Every night,
I'd meet someone called the night sky,
Who always shimmered and shined.
I'd always go
And see him,
With a cup of coffee in my hands,
And a blanket in the other.
And that became a routine,
Until the night sky left,
And I was left in complete darkness.
-Moonlit_Days
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A Bit of Moonshine
PoesiaA bit of Moonshine'll do the trick ------- It sucks living in a messed up world but what else can we do? We might as well make the best of it and put our talents to use.
