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Sunrise drops her eyes

darkness overrides

the lantern of light



Music panned pipes

filter the moons uprise



the poets and lovers

adore the secrets locked in moonlight



Stolen kisses

open promises

so very alive

in the hours before dawn

to be laid at rest when sunshine rears her head



Back to duty

and frozen by fragility



you'll find the real me between sunset and moonrise



On a bed of thorns

squeezing brilliant poisonous rose bud words



You are thin beneath my skin

like another me

trying to break free



But trapped in this worlds dusky light.