Friday, November 17, 2017

Night Side

Take me swimming,
underneath the moonlight,
in between trees I never knew existed,
next to the dirt,
and the rusty boats,
and the mountains I would never climb,
we would never climb,

but take me there,
and make me yours,
and give me all the attention you can muster,
and wring me out to dry

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