Come the night,
moths banging on the ceiling light,
its heart beating in unison
its bosom
caving the crickets
and the only stars in the thickets
the fireflies
If I love you, what business is it of yours if I love you, it is no business of anyone’s including mine own You cannot exact any requireme...
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