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You talk of black light, I am not sure of which sun you refuse to touch. In moonlight your behaviour changes. The space enlarges for wings. The flight stalks the love. Shy of becoming a fossil the blood footprints will speak.
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Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 9:41 PM UTC
The Unsung Poem
You talk of black light, I am not sure of which sun you refuse to touch. In moonlight your behaviour changes. The space enlarges for wings. The flight stalks the love. Shy of becoming a fossil the blood footprints will speak.
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Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 9:41 PM UTC
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