Saturday, July 7, 2012

Day 189/366

Atop the tree they sat,
Smoking into the night
Conversation never stopped
Somehow it felt quite right.

Huddled up for hopes of warmth
Though their bodies lacked the signs
Random bouts of forbidden love
As the glowing moon did shine.

The smoothest high went down that night
The most intriguing tales were told
When daylight finally came
They had died to unforgiving cold.

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