and the moon flyin high in a reflection

  • Feb. 16, 2015, 7:31 a.m.
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[piano interlude]

and the band jamming
can’t you feel it
she said
as she grabbed my hand
in hers
and we ran
she ran, i followed

before i could say a word
she put her finger to my
mouth

and if i closed my eyes
i would hear her here
or there
or a thousand miles gone

and when i finally smiled
she grinned
and said
now its perfect
you’re beautiful

and i’d always reply
stranger

and i admit freely
she stole my every
word

except for the ones like
this
that i would write

moments
nights
years later


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