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the cripling bass of this one thunder ripped the night in half, and
sorry for the delay in getting back to you, my love.
it's just that i have to refill my coffee
right after lunch;
water the plants, and buy some apples
in the afternoon.
so when the night comes like this,
my mind can be just yours
and the night belongs to this downpour-
when we fade to black,
and there's no moon at all.