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The moon asleep in the well under The surface of the blackwater, four Stars of steel and a badly done Impersonation of my- Self, Erase and compensate Repeated his voice from the bottom Of the glass, you Were shining You said it again In Neverland there’s no more room For the Lost Boys And she - the moon in the well - had Lost her lips, removed Her cuticles One after the other, she had Consumed a few names From the wings of the doves, there Was no more vision, no more dreams, it was A realm of shadows, no Lament was rising To the ceiling, blood was coming Back modulating itself in clots, no Punches Only water A lot of water inside The well, where the moon asleep used to Lie Staring at the sky The bars The coins You were shining, locked outside Collecting The smell of iron, the colour of dice A heart broken in a thousand valuable gems, a small Horse, fragments of coal, your ******* The moon in the well was drowning, was crying, it Couldn’t be done, Here is what. It couldn’t be done.
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
The smell of iron
The moon asleep in the well under The surface of the blackwater, four Stars of steel and a badly done Impersonation of my- Self, Erase and compensate Repeated his voice from the bottom Of the glass, you Were shining You said it again In Neverland there’s no more room For the Lost Boys And she - the moon in the well - had Lost her lips, removed Her cuticles One after the other, she had Consumed a few names From the wings of the doves, there Was no more vision, no more dreams, it was A realm of shadows, no Lament was rising To the ceiling, blood was coming Back modulating itself in clots, no Punches Only water A lot of water inside The well, where the moon asleep used to Lie Staring at the sky The bars The coins You were shining, locked outside Collecting The smell of iron, the colour of dice A heart broken in a thousand valuable gems, a small Horse, fragments of coal, your ******* The moon in the well was drowning, was crying, it Couldn’t be done, Here is what. It couldn’t be done.
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
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