at night i pour out all my grief

(Dedicated to Juan Evans)

At night I pour out all my grief
flood the pillow
to the moon

And when I sleep I dream of death
I wonder why
its random, soon

At night I pour out all my grief
With dawn
my cup is full again

I wake to find I’ve lost a friend
With dawn
my cup is full again

Author: Adrienne

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Your uprising against the forces of darkness has got to do more than say "no." A fierce, primal yes should be at the heart of your crusade. (rob brezny, long ago)

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