Standing in the midst, under rain.
Wearing the spectacles of misery and pain.
Nothing except, torn brolly emblem her vain.
Speculating, something to gain.
Dusky turned the weather, she tightened her grip.
Balky heart, headed for the trip.
Bosky is aught, in the voyage of blips.
Un-gimmicky dark shadow treks, till the end of acquaintanceship.
- Dark Shadow!
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