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Oct 2015
the sun sweats
while it
goes down on the ocean

and she tilts her head back
       and groans,
laughs one of those laughs
     you can be proud of.
the moon watches
through his sunglasses
from under her horizon
and touches himself down below,
still high from
the night before.
Written by
mike
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