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Milking the Moon - V1

It’s not completely dark out yet,
but when the moon is up and the sun has set,
we celebrate every chance we get.

The freaks come out to play, careless for the next day.
Consequences and their significance may
over their decisions, hold no sway.

How striking that the bright guiding light we see at night is white. Persistence it doesn’t lack when continuing to fight off attack from the deep surrounding black.

Seeking clarity of thought conflicts with a pure and potent alcohol, any of which I hesitate to drink at all…because although each sip makes more to savor, it’s ultimately the memories that I favor.

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