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Feb 2015
Look into my waning eyes and see that I can't contain the moons that
Orbit my pupils

The stains on my hands are rubbing off onto my bed sheets at night leaving
Smears that resemble blood

Your feet look so lost within the confines of the path you're walking
And maybe the path you're walking isn't easy

I wish you could see the heavens that opened up when you spoke of
Dreams and hopes that would never last

The great oceans of unobtainable feelings are rumbling over their beaches
The tides are pulling me back into their loving embrace

So reach out with your arms stretched wide and grasp my hands in yours
Because the breath on which I survive has escaped my lips

The gentle swells of impenetrable gloom has swallowed me whole
And taken my eyes with it

The moons aren't orbiting anymore

They are simply falling
Claire Elizabeth
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Claire Elizabeth
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   --- and John Acosta
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