23:30 - Spectator
The moon, she dips behind the hill.
She hides from me, and always will.
And in the glass I see my eyes
Two ghosts of love and empty lies.
The road is lost beneath my feet
As I keep watch where heavens meet.
And signs instruct: Avoid the Ice,
Keep your Distance. Good advice.
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