†‡† Luna Lust Ephemeral †‡†

Exit stage west, sunlight bereft, crushes of color left in the wake of the zealous, jealousy swoons, open up wounds in the pressure of moons sinking swift to the sea, just a swollen bulb, bottled in blues, broken by hope and heart beats are bruised.

Open up wounds, so soon does it croon, a beautiful nightmare at the edge of my tomb, pharaoh, my world, my dawn light brigade, the betrayal of sun, peeking around my facade. Distance a plight, a sure trigger of light, no speaking of patterns in ecstasy's night. 


The End

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