Bedouins and Dinosaurs

She'll sting you once a day. Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly even feel it. Til you fall dead.

The moon sits in its net of fog. Resting, only half there.
I can’t take my eyes of of you.
I swerve and stare,
your face so cold.
Glowing, lingering.


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