| moonlight falls through endless night to touch earth
but are they raindrops or dark tears on the roof of your cold glass house that rose from stony ground when you told those lies and fell lost into your void? is it so hard to love that you must cower pale, sick and sunk in the shivering of buried heart, fearful though �tis only gentle stars try to touch you now? moonlight moves ~ was that a promise or a spiny threat of something, nothing, all-you-ever-wanted in the breeze close enough to breathe if you could but fill your lungs with air and let your truelife live *for god's sake ... throw the stone if it will break your heart ... open* |
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