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Night air, love in the middle
Of a cold pool
It’s cool and dark and we’re so stormy
Look up at that sliver of green patch,
It’s highlighting your milky mirrors
The looks that she gives us, are we waiting for her to hide behind the mist?
La Luna, you grill us as we swim in darkness
You taste our smoky and textured
Fire.
We saw the shivering lump of cold black water: Mississippi dreamers
It’s rolling and whistling
Like a brand new train
It carried us into a single sliver of green heaven
And we knew we were alright.
About the Creator
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