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twilight
its summer now
but each night i wait until dark
and creep outside for a cigarette
feel the timeless cascade of the moon on my skin
across the road i made a friend
another bright orange glow
the end of a cigarette
up high in a window
distant but comforting
what part of my life would they join me in
was this late night associate to become my new lover
my new mother
...Saturday 25th June 2016 12:23 pm
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