"...and you danced into the shadow of a black poplar tree... and I watched you..."
In all his postings and musings, there is much he'd love to say as prudence holds his tounge.
Yet here he sits trying to find ways to say everything... without saying a word.
Teased the please... waived the fees.
The heart that frees, takes back his keys...
My moon has taken breath...
~moses apollo
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