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To.get.her.
Libra moon rising in a mute requiem
neath the blur of stars crashing
Brought to my knees
I wept of the darkest sins
He laughed like he already knew my hands were dirty
neath the blur of stars crashing
Brought to my knees
I wept of the darkest sins
He laughed like he already knew my hands were dirty
Published 30th Mar 2010
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Anonymous
3rd Apr 2010 4:53am
with a cracking last line, which fairly shimmers with it's dark evocativeness. The expression "mute requiem" was excellent also.
