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
You said it was the way I looked at you played with your fingertips drowned in your eyes starving your skin you felt happiness again your ...
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