19 April 2011
Pulls.
And you came on strong like some running wave
And your beauty left me broke and hungry
Left me begging to the birds for a bone or an offering
Left me saying nothin', nothin' like I always say
And that full bellied moon she's a shinin' on me
She pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea
Gregory Alan Isakov, "That Moon Song"
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daily life,
full moon,
music,
poetry
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perfect.
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