as twilight fades and new moon comes, eyes rolled back, smoke left my tongue, memories we had wash away, blow on past, cracked my lids thru my screened in glass, white-moon-shine reflect autumn's fall, watching leaves lift up, and walk on past, and when the moon is tired of work, sun's shift is... Sign in to see full entry.
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