One Night a MonthA Poem by VanessaBeing in the big city, it's rare to catch a celestial nightlife. So when you do, it's amazing.With my mouth open up to the sky, the night is bloated with stars and moon full. You place it on my tounge as the Eucharist. . . © 2012 Vanessa |
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Added on May 27, 2012 Last Updated on May 27, 2012 |

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