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The Soul of the Moon
I stole the soul of the moon,
Kept it unclothed to illume
Dark, deserted manor rooms
And fireflies that forever loom
Above fifty forsaken tombs.
I secured a piece for me,
Kept it between creases deep
And verses of revered balladry
Written on the tattered leaves
Of my hands rickety.
But then came a shooting star,
Its hands stocked with bits of its hea...
Friday 27th November 2020 6:37 pm
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