Frisky Sunset
Oh yes, we played a lot
Danced to dirty music
Pointed at the sky and said, "fuck".
The sun said nothing, and why would it, it is nothing more than a large ball of plasma
Floating above with such impunity.
Setting now, only remnants of it remain
My shadow now asleep
Still thinking though, about the word, fuck.
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