8.Late Autumn Moon
I was as restless as a thief on the night before his crime. In a
time of civil war, is our love worth fighting for. Would you
sing to me the whole night through. I could tell by the way you
leaned your body in the doorway that your memory would stick
with me for a long, long time. When you moved across the room
with your body painted blue by the late Autumn Moon that shone
through your window pane.
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