MOON

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Beneath the golden moon we lay

Twisted, smoking, and in ruin

Upon alabaster plinth we play

An ageless game too soon

Garments obscure lurid display

After giving in to a youthful groove

Damaged by our bawdy sway

Now this one you mustn’t move

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Published by Pete

My unreasonable expectations have often led me down the path of irrational exuberance.

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