MoonA Poem by burnhouseI have no idea, honestly, I just had to clear my mind a little via pressing letters.
it's summoning me, mumbling my name
it's calling - my bed and the safety of the sheets it's calling me with darkness that already swallowed me and tore me to bits the moon is awake, giving me light I wonder to myself, is he my hero of the night? © 2014 burnhouse |
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