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A little poem I wrote up the other day after staring at a picture I use for my background for ages. Trying to get back into writing again, so I'm more than a little rusty.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Tragedy - Words: 70 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-07-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3072389
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There's a moon, you know.
In the sky.
I steal glances sometimes, between holes, when I can.
Wonderous,
How fire reigns.
But the moon remains, calm,
Beautiful and tempting, swallowing
The sky, the sun,
Rising alone, burning, destroying hope,
Blackness, possibility,
Passionate and hurried.
A sliver in the sky, still
The sun permeates light perverted,
brooding, like an animal trod on, to the corner,
Gnawing at crevices, corners.
Darkness, extinguished.
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