Last night was magical/
Poets under the streetlights of downtown, swaying to the pull of dingy clouds, drinks and thoughts passing from lips, moments to tie a string to, to never let go.
(written for Joe Pachinko)
Poets under the streetlights of downtown, swaying to the pull of dingy clouds, drinks and thoughts passing from lips, moments to tie a string to, to never let go.
(written for Joe Pachinko)
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