First kiss
The sky was a fresh bruise
frogs sang their nightly tune
ducks were paddling in twos
the pond reflected the ample moon
We both sat beneath a melting oak
her smile scrambled my brain
there’s no such thing as a heart that’s broke
there’s just her and i
and soft soft rain
Is this the affect of illegal substances
or am i high on our pure circumstances?
my mouth tells of ranting stories
my mind tells me of whimsical indulgencies
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