don’t bring me down

The fireball caught a demon camouflaged
into Grandes Oreilles, thru morning's eyelash.

Sinfully, a phone's ring, stabbed the silence
making me stutter some not-so-cheery words.

Attracted by cadence, nobody anticipated
what I'll be writing about, as the music flows.

Moon's hiccup, in nocturnal choreography
hardened someone's lips to don’t bring me down.

On trees, bloom a verse, inked, (for curious' eyes).
And you? You smile, [translating, calm, my light].

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