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Jan 22
Cradled in the moon’s light
My soul dims dry
The mind worn in dread
Impulses betray me
But dusk til dawn
Angels sing your name
My ears cry red
I long to hear God’s voice
To bath in morning’s dew
Sliced with fresh green blades
Meeting the suns embrace
Kieran
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