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Saturday Nights

Moonlight burns at the shadows of

your kiss bleeds into my heart wounded by the want to have

your love is to rain in a drought, long anticipated and always

doubtfully absurd that I have found myself trudging across tear filled

streets we once drove our smiles through.

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