One-thousand two-hundred seventy-six

metropolitan longing and carnival shimmer arc hill and ravine, night parks

counting for a blue moon

midsummer weekend and costume

music and one

stepping one full moon after one full moon

listening, careful

wanting to kiss you and wanting to roll

deep quakes below the underground creek

forgetting and forgetting

old and new need, our fingers pulling stain from each other

our fingers pulling

intellect from insanity from heart

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