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...
stopping by the woods on a snowy... afternoon
I graded most of the day and then sat on my butt trying to motivate myself to get off it when L emailed to see if I was up for a walk. I was...
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