For a Busy Geisha for another left over moonlight
A streak of moonlight, a mystic long, narrow lonely light
A balcony, hung up with an absolute emptiness. No one. None.
I was trying to find coping in strumming, sensing, palpable clairvoyance.
A streak of moonlight, a mystic long, narrow lonely night.
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