Black & White. Once I sat on a cliff top, feet dangling, Spitting down a gorge looking at a pale Sunset. Then it was night and a grey Moon did little to enhance the nocturnal Hours. A seraph came took off her blond Wig and scratched her bald head, with Nicotine stained fingers; she had star Dust on her black wings, which made her Look untidy and full of dandruff, her eyes, Alas, was made of ice cubes. Now, with The invention of colours, heavenly spirits Wear all white, paint their toenails pink, Rouge and lipstick make them look alike, But enchanting in a sexless sort of way. A golden moon makes nights romantic And under an orange sun and azure sky Even poverty looks picturesque.Birth sign: Scorpio
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