Melody on the Moon

A time to savour on the moon, when melodies are sweet, I’ll see you soon, a trick to weave time into commonplace, when seats are separate and gods of old. A heavy hamster that’s drunk, cold feet, when time is empty and you’re complete, a feeling fathomable of souls incomplete, a tidy dressing gown to spare. And when all goodbyes resound tonight, stay close apart, together you’ll die.
Melody on the Moon

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