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After the Shift
No, the moon does not keep me awake
at night, the torchlight, cracking your window
it may well be, can't say I'm otherwise aimless or free,
but such consolation are my lights on the road
that slopes away from us in gradual declines.
Give me your secrets tonight, pass me fire,
light to see your tumbling words by,
before the inner furnishings of your Fiesta
swallow and keep a...
Sunday 11th September 2016 9:32 pm
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