loud as lighting is
a shining moon
glows in the sun
on a fresh saturday
blues where it all
begin with a image
of slight red just
a tiny bit of blood
to crave ones desires
upon the the broken cliff
i fall asleep on the beach
danger will not happen
fridays are fine on a
sunday night with
beautiful music on
a nights flow with
out a storm dreaming
in a tender lust.
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