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A Simple Pleasure

At nightfall, there was a fog
that cradled the dark until dawn,
I closed my eyes
in a furrowed flow of time,
supposing the moon was still there
looking back;
the moon’s eyes are mine,
casting a spell from the shore of tomorrow.
Written by Pishashee
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