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Nov 2010
Till the voice came calling
A relentless wave beating
the low moon breaks
amongst the waves

Till the sweet dew rises
Rippled honey crusted
Three dried flames
Fall leaves, preserved

Till the piercing dawn comes seeping
to Lie as the sweet dew sets
Written by
Daniel august
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