On those nightswhen the thick snow driftsthrough moonlightand the sky looks like falling starsclose your eyeslook uptongue out to the godsand feel the cool ash burn you. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com
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On those nightswhen the thick snow driftsthrough moonlightand the sky looks like falling starsclose your eyeslook uptongue out to the godsand feel the cool ash burn you. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com