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May 2019
Strangely comforted by nature;
to be silent with what always is.

I fear dawn is about to fall.

Comforted by the fisherman at sea.
Symmetrical lights sway above the shoreline.
Tiptoeing along the tide,
effortless fun.
Fun just by being.
I smoked into the night.
Or maybe the night was looking at me;
whispering gaze beckoning me to search the vast bay water.
What could bob to the surface for a foolish wanderer.

I took the face the moon offered on a cratered platter,
and walked home
lusting over new horizons
I am quite excited for calm, comforting summer nights
Sam Manfre
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Sam Manfre  20/Androgynous/New York
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