Everyone looks at the moon, he says.Reminding meTo breathe;ToHold onA little longer;ToReclaim whatHas only been ours. Love /lnv/Verb:Falls in placeAt 4am in the morningLike blowing smoke ringsIn a half asleep street. Everyone looks at the same damn moon,He says. So I look at mine.
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