Come with me.

The MONSTER goes RAWR,

                    into my bed he claws,

but

       the life he cries

       to see through morose

       to see the dusty magic

       and to see the MODEL's pose.

they

       dance in the twilight

       oh sleepless, how it is

the

       ballroom/foxtrot/waltz

and the splendour of a kiss.                      

The End

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