under a crescent moon

strangers find

company with me


like and open window

where caution is fleeting,

long on chances

short on faith

and explanations failing


we are performers

with blurred experience,

cold to the skin

like wet gauze

or a spotlight

on a road

searching for a

comfortable end

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