Poetry · Writing

Strange

The doctor strolled in deep blue drapes sashed in brown cloth. Dark eyes filled with mystery and deception similar to the eyes of the goth. Everything was a lie using him to commit loth. The doctors life was fulfilling, glamorous and all he needed even to betroth. Lies stole this and fly away in the moonlight like a luna moth.

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