August 1, 2010
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For when the moon does touch that wilted will
Of broken promise, born of charred regret
Caressed in beauty, poised, solemnly set
In shame, untamed, unwarned, by moonlight still
But when the sun expels the nightly dark
Consumes the stars in butter yellow hope
That soul, which treads so softly still to cope
Releases all due pain, erase the mark
Free, unleashed without your poison sting
That soul, unhinged and soaked in golden love
To fight will be its troubled fate, to sing
Be its release: darling light from above.

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