2002-07-20 @ 1:39 a.m.
Withdraw
Stars dipping up the moon
Sipping up the night.
Silent revolutions
Below
And we go
Towards morning.
Four hours
Then the roosters rise
And we rise.
I'll promise to break
My habit.
I will not again be alone
With either.
Never.
Begone. For I am.
Roots | Shoots
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