the bugs, the frogs
and the lonesome log
they talk to me
when no one can't
sometimes the moon
would join in too
she'd invite the stars
and their borrowed light
would illuminate my show
of stories and play pretends
of how i loved and believed
a forever i thought to be
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
