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desert rose
The moon was full and bright tonight, an Ansel Adams over suburban Japan. For a while clouds veiled its brilliance, but when they drew away I saw beauty, and knew myself for a fool.
I tilted my head back and spoke directly to her: "Watch over me, Lady, for surely I am one of yours tonight."
Spend half an hour being an idiot, spend one hour making up for it.
I tilted my head back and spoke directly to her: "Watch over me, Lady, for surely I am one of yours tonight."
Spend half an hour being an idiot, spend one hour making up for it.