OFF-GRID
I was in danger the whole time you stood there... watching.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
The moon is dark
This garden is lonely
I asked for the wind but nothing is blowing
For no answer can be seen
I am the empress, but I ask no apologies
How could the moon thinks otherwise, was it an epiphany?
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