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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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