A Moon in the Night

Thick streams of red

with patches of blue



A crack of thunder

Your words were not true



The call of a dove

is my only token



Cold rain falls down

The silence is broken



With a hole in my heart

and a knife in my hand



I end whats been started

This is your reprimand.





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