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Red Moon

it’s a way to leave this world

without the touch of violent death your sound, my breath
it’s a way to separate
take a breath, turn the key
your right, i dream

red moon rise

cold has come
sad crows call
we didn’t hear their voice

turn the light beside the bed
a phantom breath inside my head keeps me awake
shouting at the clouds to get them, stop them moving from my vision away, away


missing television’s night call

company will never fail me

beneath insomnia


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