WILD nights! Daily frights!
Where I with thee -
Under the neon lights,
Shall see our luxury!
Anchor my heart,
In Heaven's port -
Done with the chart,
Done with the court.
Rowing in Heaven's decor!
Silver sea!
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee?
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
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