seeping, sapping
my body at last awakens
contorting, cramping
the moon fills me with life
old life, new life
brought upon my very being
delicate, debilitating
my body is a fighting flower
it reeks of judgment,
glistens with pride
producing the essence of power
it isn't some full moon curse
it's a beautiful magic
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
seeping, sapping
my body at last awakens
contorting, cramping
the moon fills me with life
old life, new life
brought upon my very being
delicate, debilitating
my body is a fighting flower
it reeks of judgment,
glistens with pride
producing the essence of power
it isn't some full moon curse
it's a beautiful magic
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