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Apr 2014
Silver
Our conversations
wax and wane

like the phases
of the moon.

To this moon
we howl
all day

and our howls
are out of tune.
Culpoetry
Written by
Culpoetry  Britain
(Britain)   
284
   --- and Reece
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