The night was the night.
The mosquitoes' whine sounded
like mosquitoes whining, and the moon
was large and glowed
in the darkness like the moon.
Metaphors and similes withered like
comparisons we could no longer make.
Everything was simply what it was.
The original poem and comments can be found here
The mosquitoes' whine sounded
like mosquitoes whining, and the moon
was large and glowed
in the darkness like the moon.
Metaphors and similes withered like
comparisons we could no longer make.
Everything was simply what it was.
The original poem and comments can be found here
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