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Two moons rise in an orange sky

Brilliantly purple in contrast.

My dear,

All along the clouds they'll fly.

Afraid of the orange night as you are

I bask in the temperate light

Drying out.

And all the water's stopped running

In and out.

The bed's dry

And I crackle and peel.

Like dried mud waiting for a monsoon.

Rain, rain go away,

I heard you call.

Sweet thing so scared of the clouds

Lover of mine from so long ago.



But the orange sky breaks

Pouring forth a storm

You shudder, lover

It fills me

All up, all up.

You fill me.

And I grow,

A tree with blue limbs

Reaching for an orange night,

To make love to a purple moon



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