Stoned.

I was on the terrace smoking a wennie-jane…
and while I was captured in the magic of the night,
feeling the warm breeze on my skin,
looking up to the sky full of twinkle stars –
I realized that I was not looking at the Full Moon…

… she was looking at me.

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