
I awake to another moon,
When beauty slips,
Underneath,
The grey haze,
Parted by fire,
Of your lips, and the poison,
That draws out,
My mind,
Deep into the forest,
Of charred oaks, and opaline streams
Near flowers purple,
Where you smile, as a shadow,
Soft in it’s sweater,
Forever unseen,
Now, forever unseen.
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