Wednesday, October 7, 2009

cold crescent

cresent moon, crescent moon, you have turned chillier, you shine brighter, you’re letting time by like a broken yo-yo, you’ve upset the leaves and sent them whirling, i don’t even want your apples, moon. i want you to go away and give me the sun again.
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