A Thread

James Long
Oct 30, 2023
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It's the nights that are the hardest,

With the sky held back by city lights

Shivering soul straining to leave this

body's heavy grasp

But I'm afraid

were I stardust and light

you could not feel my tough in the night

when you're cold.

What a strange piece of music is love

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