Sep 2020
Broke through the dark
by wounding one of its own
La luna lone
Made a hole in the heart
of my midnight
Bleeding out acetylene light
Grief is the haze
A mist shrouding reality
within these closing days
by wounding one of its own
La luna lone
Made a hole in the heart
of my midnight
Bleeding out acetylene light
Grief is the haze
A mist shrouding reality
within these closing days
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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