west moon

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    west moon

    she hung on to the bar like a lazy moon
    hanging on to the last hope of youth
    she faded slowly until all that was left was her
    neon ghost holding drunk men at bay
    her laughter echoed over that sad country
    song of love lost found lost and death
    god took her wine soaked soul
    before the song ended

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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