The cold night
Oct 15
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Updated: 15 hours ago
The cool wind
tousles my hair
tossing leaves back and forth
flowing through the empty street
The moon peeks from the clouds
pulling at the seas
corralling waves into tides
tucking in the shores for the night
a rhythmic pump
echoes through my chest
warm, aglow
and over the cold seas
the moon’s here
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