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Sep 2015
Ancient steel yet not of rust.
leaves dance in the moon after each cool gust.
his mind is doubt her eyes are trust.
a thousand years lay like dust.
she took his hand. Closed her eyes. Only he and her when the world had died.
time has stopped. Heart beats race. In her eyes are lunar waste.
-C.C.
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Written by
chris leshane weber  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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