The August Project
after all these years
the cats are back
and my mind still
has its dust
the moon trembles
rain as a leaf
is waiting to begin
this fall of night
the quarrel has no
extension and no
silence the house
isn’t still but holds
its own quiet
the cats are back
and my mind still
has its dust
the moon trembles
rain as a leaf
is waiting to begin
this fall of night
the quarrel has no
extension and no
silence the house
isn’t still but holds
its own quiet
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