night reads the day to me, your
face rewinds like a movie, a stampede
trample through the pages of a navy sky, then
speak to me in words of an evening wren, you
continue to pause, here, there and where
the moon is grand and the story is fair
i cannot sidetrack from a tale beautiful
for maybe only the afternoon tea, is
a time when i am duty free
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