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By distant moon Date: 2003 Mar 16 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.16.20.51.29387]] |
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In a vacancy, I can see your face. Smiling out to brighten me, tilted till I say your name. Then you recall me again, as an old friend. As a pastime goes, or tradition ends. Of course, you keep me guessing As I enrapture you, and drink you in. Enslave me, girl. And when the morning comes, I will be hung over you. |