Updated: Oct 19, 2022
The stars dared themselves between clouds
Cold drizzle coated the conversation
No one cared that the ground was wet
The only thing that mattered was the momentous
Presentism
Of the night
That drug on just too long,
And ended slightly too soon
Learn to swim or build a boat When you walk or wander into water You tread the waning tide For fear of drowning in the smallest moment
A dirty november night Muddy and cold With winding road Tiwning thoughts of futures Uncreated and unknown Fantasy mixed with fire Movies...
A ripe laugh cracking through the cold night air late// early morning With the world asleep around us we have created a haven...
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