Raw Earth Ink
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Moonlight
As I stand here
gazing out
at the bright moon’s full face,
I wonder if,
across the miles,
you’re standing naked
at your own window
watching it too.
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spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
As I stand here
gazing out
at the bright moon’s full face,
I wonder if,
across the miles,
you’re standing naked
at your own window
watching it too.
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I like this a lot!
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Thank you. That means a lot.
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Beautiful
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Thanks, Phil. Just some thoughts I had last night as I stared out my window at the full moon. I’m sure everyone has that same question.
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