I often wonder where
and why and
I play with word and smiles,
and hearts- though not tonight.
less than a clean escape,
I'd call it art, not within sight.
When sleeping I lay awake in bed,
While dreamless, time calls to the dead.
The stars drip past a vampire moon,
Horizon sheds the sun too soon.
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