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After Hours

Whiskey soaked moonlight through rose colored glasses, choices and, voices, immoral free passes.  Dusk turns to dawn and, dreaming is sacred, the love and the light is matched by the hatred.  Days turn to weeks and, then into years, time is a tide, the dry sand is our fears.  Thirsty and wanting, the hope it will reach. Kneeling to submission and praying for keeps.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dana Fortunato,

 Dusk turns to dawn and, dreaming is sacred, the love and the light is matched by the hatred.  Days turn to weeks and, then into years, time is a tide, the dry sand is our fears. 

Lovable lines from you pen, My applause. 

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Surabhi Saxena

Heiii Dana

Wonderful write up..liked it..:)

keep writing

Love

Surabhi

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Emily Sorensen

This is my favorite. I keep checking up on you here, look at those views skyrocket!!!

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