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Oct 2013
Told me you loved me
but didn't look happy.
Didn't know what to do.

Now it's turned to midnight,
cricket song silence
under the crescent moon.

When it was fuller
I could see further
into the swaying night.

But now it's so lonely,
stumbling blindly
hoping for paradise.
Casper J
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Casper J  In the Suburbs
(In the Suburbs)   
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