any sunny doomsday afternoon.

any sunny doomsday afternoon.
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We were both night owls
who dreamed of the moon..

every sunny doomsday afternoon..
sitting by the lake in june.

(wishing the snow would grace
us soon.)

Every tear meant the death of
something sacred..

like the realities of life which
stripped us naked!,..

exposing us to a Bitter World!

(without a security blanket.)

The last time we tried this
everything around us suffered..

but we decided "what the hell?"..

and chewed on more romantic
nails...

because neither could live or
die without the other!!...

(on any sunny doomsday afternoon.)

j.stephen.h.