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Jan 2016
as if drawn with a white crayon,
the stars speckle the navy blue sky.
the ample moon shines on,
seeping light onto the dozing world,
interrupting the disordered order in which
the pale dots exist.
three nimble fireflies
dance around the long blades of grass,
their yellow frequencies
giving the illusion of neon lights,
on the vegas strip.
your slender face,
looks up at the peaceful bugs,
this is idyllic.
these are our halcyon days.
sydni s
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