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MOON SICKLE |
I sit in waiting between thought and deed as silently I laugh at your quickened steps into my street of shadows feel your breath get quicker your pulse gaits away in the wind and you'll gasp so slightly when we dance in the moonlight my hand pressed to capture you voice You'll bend so softly to my piercing kiss as I lay you down to the ground Your color will flow in my street full of shadows making the night air into mist and oh how I'll dance under the moon's silver sickle as your eyes tilt up with your soul a small little twist and your pain is extinguished and I'm God all over…again. Diarmid |
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