Lavienenrose

The Midnight 15th

I never thought of the miserable night hit during the 15th. I heard the massive thud, I spun around. He’d cut his gums up on impact, bloody, and clutching his head. I think it was a kind of wake up call for him. He uttered the spells without in deep notices. But, I think it was half past dead still!!! Wine of the amateur for three, or the cry of the critic for five. Don’t you cry? Don’t you feel? I wonder sometimes if you are real. Oh! Chintzy, chintzy cheeriness, Half dead and half alive. I could feel the HUGS in tight, in love. 

P/s : Do not bite at the bait of pleasure, till you know there is no hook beneath it.