Wh*te
End of the night the bludgeonous banter receded
The night life has dimmed my curiosities
They fell into the moons obscene dimensions; no relevant exposures for lenses to capture
She rambunctiously reiterated her purpose
Purposefully awaiting a thirst quenching
The cocoa tasted pure
The lips creased and harmonies ceased
The night was recreated behind closed lids
Her dreams shattered
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