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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