this hungry moon,
it grazes on the stark
ridge-line wood,
slurps up a sheepy flock,
your house,
(good thing you're here, love),
but hold on tightly to these roots, there's
quite an earth tide this night
and You can't swim
as well as I
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
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