Crescent by F White

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Feb 2011

Crescent

I've touched the
lips that wax
and wane
the warm mouth
that sits in
the sky

show me the
one with a smile
like that who
walks on the earth
and I will
surely follow him
all the way to
the
sea.

Written by

F White

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