Soon there are eyes in the dark
Tongues in the breeze
That talk and talk
To cold reprise
Traffic sets up its uncertain tune
The night dresses down
Under bloody moons.
Under bloody moons,
Frost cracks the first of many frowns
Stories assemble then decide to drown
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I've slept badly just about every night this week...
easy like Sunday mornings
Life was easy today. Being honest so I don't get more undue credit. We stocked up on food for the week, and then... headed for the beach...
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