h o w l i n g a t t h e m o o n
This is just a room, at the moment, the last traces of summer have ebbed from the windowsill, and inside is dark.

You know that I love to live with you/But you make me forget so very much/I forget to pray for the angels/And the angels forget to pray for us...
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