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Jun 2017
Calling my husband
speak to me a voice
blood moon arise
come out the void

Passion
intense feeling
are those your hands
or coldness going up the spine

Could you be stroking my neck
whispering to me
our final words
this over whelming sense of arousement

I know I only have one night to be with you
as long as my eyes are closed you can never leave
blood moon red sky at night
powers you dwell stopped my grief of the demise
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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