Jul 2017
Night I call you
portal of silence
the true divided light
of the moon through
my window leaving
shadows like crosses
of time, that old bandit
on my wall, the panes
stained, broken and sharp.
portal of silence
the true divided light
of the moon through
my window leaving
shadows like crosses
of time, that old bandit
on my wall, the panes
stained, broken and sharp.
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