by Jordan   Apr 5, 2018

Dusk is a dreadful time for some,
but for me
it's perfect.
Under the moon, as
our breath turns to mist,
we share a laugh; it twists together
just like we did centuries ago.
Some say we haven't been
around that long, but
what are years when
something like this happens?
some people don’t
believe in dusk.


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