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I am but willing prey to the wiles of the full grown moon. She guards the night sky... While I patrol these grounds... Grieving over the seconds that have gone too soon. I am a vessel... all emptied and barren. what once was full, now echoes faint the glories of yesteryears. Afloat still, adrift upon the currents... aimless and sullen. I am a ghost... haunting no one but my own. Immortalised... Anchored... to a body of mist and haze... Occupying this space where worthy wind had once blown... I am a beggar offering nothing but my open palms. Hope etched tight into my knackered knuckles and calloused digits. Please... take them in yours... soothe them... grant me your touch, your coveted balm.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Derelict
I am but willing prey to the wiles of the full grown moon. She guards the night sky... While I patrol these grounds... Grieving over the seconds that have gone too soon. I am a vessel... all emptied and barren. what once was full, now echoes faint the glories of yesteryears. Afloat still, adrift upon the currents... aimless and sullen. I am a ghost... haunting no one but my own. Immortalised... Anchored... to a body of mist and haze... Occupying this space where worthy wind had once blown... I am a beggar offering nothing but my open palms. Hope etched tight into my knackered knuckles and calloused digits. Please... take them in yours... soothe them... grant me your touch, your coveted balm.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
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