on the last true blue moon i hardly knew you,
built a wall to harden my chest;
best way to keep the dogs out:
trust your senses, question fences.
nightly i pressed hearts in journals
Fall tested the trees once again.
Winter quests with narrow morals
obsessed with ice graves, life condemns.
another blue moon creeps this evening -
summer's shimmer far from dead.
warm nights steal the covers from me
carve the blues into my head.
now and again, you and I, are machines
turning sighs into sweat
we can be the bass, the beat,
the melody stuck inside their heads
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