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Jan 2016
princess or priestess
one or both
I cannot really say
You have a star on your brow
and your eyes
they just ******* away
Belonging to us is a place
between the darkness and the dawn
perfect love
perfect trust
blessed be
let the moment go on
We could find songs on the sidewalk
and poems in the air
WE could just place
in a space
anything we wanted there
but we both knew full well
that our eyes could play tricks in the dark
three o clock in the morning
in the tunnel
in Golden Gate park

we tried
and we tried
to "break on through to the other side."
but the other side wasn't ready
for you and I
In the Fall
you answered the call
"Death makes Angels of us all."
and the last thing I needed back then
was a reason to cry.
Robert Carl Brusberg
Written by
Robert Carl Brusberg  Florida
(Florida)   
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