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trade of blackness

and I, walking about     
the night, thinking     
I saw a moving star     
that lights the heart     
at the slightest tempt     
and fills the tender brain      
with trade of blackness,     
heard a laugh from under  
a bell jar, darkened under  
the green leaf shining    
where a spider has kept     
his wish; the crowning for     
for my thoughtlessness,      
in that they're the gods of     
the animals that we become.    
Written by Pishashee
Published | Edited 9th Sep 2014
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