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Styles 12
Poems
Apr 2017
Moonlight Wind
I breathe benevolence in wild dust of tumbleweed.
I store a thousand miles of moonlight in my crunched up tangle.
My scented hair holds the essence of night diamond winds.
I gather my life, curl by curl
twist by twist, rolling through like knotted midnights-
A bruising ball of spike and thorn.
I will sweep through deserts like a wild thing.
I come out of nephilim scars.
Weep the outcasted country of fallen angels.
Tortured rambler of ghost war roar.
I am torn loose
my thistles flow rapid
like a giant ball of desert song
haunting the darkness in
moonlight wind.
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