The night yawns like a bored teenager.
She delves into her bag of stars, throws them
where no one can see. Obscured by her
mascara of clouds the moon
is late in arriving. I do not wait anymore -
I'll sink deeper into my seat at the bus stop
and wait for moon, that girl of dreams
stifled by the monotony of arising.
#copout
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