Late summer night
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1 min readFeb 14, 2017
Late night
Bluegrass
Blue eyes
Black nails
Pale fingers
Smokes and cigarettes
The rustling wind
And a hazy sight
The shimmering streetlights
Your flickering fringes
Scatter delight
Over the memories
In my mind
Isn’t that how they are supposed to be?
A lonely late summer night.