Jan 2024
I blame the moon.
Her sinuous rhythm
In tune-
You move to her
*****-
Her Face your Mirror.
My Gravity slips and
We tumble Cold
Into Space
Her sinuous rhythm
In tune-
You move to her
*****-
Her Face your Mirror.
My Gravity slips and
We tumble Cold
Into Space
(67/M/London England)
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