the masked face of the stars tell me someone is there.
i can hear them whispering,
secreted words that wrongly suggest
the feelings I owned when I firstly met you.
and the double sightings of flashing moons in the sky
reply with my wrong-doings of a holster and a bottle of a gun.
this place where we stand now, is the radius from once upon a time
to a town after a tornado.
and a little trade of a heart for an ache,
leave us new beginnings that are waiting for us to choose a path
from a aroundabouted turn.
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