Aug 2017
Crescent moon hangs
like a dagger -
sharp, silver, gleaming.
Screaming at shadows,
it catches my eye
and I cry
and I cry
and I cry.
like a dagger -
sharp, silver, gleaming.
Screaming at shadows,
it catches my eye
and I cry
and I cry
and I cry.
Quick write
(27/M/U.S.)
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