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Awaken The Moon
Deadwood
has fallen
Hope of a better you, stretched thin
skin shredding,
wrinkled with guilt and shame.
Awaken the moon, water child
You are heirloom blossoms
free, pale yellow petals.
Breakaway
Muted gray deception
Rancid oils puddled on the landscape
of your perceived horizon
Etui lined
in printed silk
holds fabricated images
of hearts beating,
bleeding into effervescence
A metronome
boxed, in infinite rhythm
has fallen
Hope of a better you, stretched thin
skin shredding,
wrinkled with guilt and shame.
Awaken the moon, water child
You are heirloom blossoms
free, pale yellow petals.
Breakaway
Muted gray deception
Rancid oils puddled on the landscape
of your perceived horizon
Etui lined
in printed silk
holds fabricated images
of hearts beating,
bleeding into effervescence
A metronome
boxed, in infinite rhythm
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