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Moonlight and I

Moonlight and I became fast friends,
frolicking past the Baptist church,
passing drinks between our lips,
praying for the lives we had lost as twilight turned her back,
and midnight made her way towards us.

That was the place I was happiest.

Stepping with great care, and gay abandon across the river’s bridge,
the last one in town that wasn’t aflame,
a place where I could place myself in somebody’s arms and just be adored,
and I felt it, a fine, quiet fire in my soul,
something that had stated at the outside world,
aching to be free,
and at last,
as midnight met the early morning with a gentle kiss,
moonlight took my hand,
walking me home with a wry smile.

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