Dark have been tricks of this year,
No treats, only the flights of fright.
October, what would you have us do,
Make night of day, abyss of night?
Saturday, October 17, 2020
A Lament For Autumn Of 2020: From Deep, Dark Indoors
Dark have been tricks of this year,
No treats, only the flights of fright.
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