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Dewbreath Mar 2014
Maybe there was a shadow,
Because you couldn't hear me,
Speaking softly to the craters,
Of your fragile face.

Lights they danced inside my head,
From the beams, the song it rings,
Ringing out your beautiful name,
Love, it came from you.

And yet you hid,
On the dim side of the moon.

— The End —