Oct 2023
The moon is full
but your lips
were much fuller
as your reflection
rippled
in the amber
it's half past midnight
and all I can do
is stare at an empty glass
and ask
what the hell was I
thinking
but your lips
were much fuller
as your reflection
rippled
in the amber
it's half past midnight
and all I can do
is stare at an empty glass
and ask
what the hell was I
thinking
Written by
Whit Howland
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