In addressable night entire,
The street was displaced by a whisping gasp,
Inside her place, the sacrifice held up,
Fait captured in the ghost of mash,
On your own creepy mattress,
What more can I risk,
Is there money to notice,
Or is there ice in a sea blue blitz,
The lions rushing in hunger for dreams,
The elevator doors are sealed by beams,
Both view the body entirely a win,
But the body is tacit and implicit to deeds.