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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


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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

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missing television’s night call

company will never fail me

beneath insomnia


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