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Into the Half Moon

March 10, 2015
By Anonymous

Under the half moon, beyond the full trees,

I see the sad spirits and they see me.

Toward them I stride in that dream-state pace,

And beside them I see their hanging face.

 

Can they end me? Can they touch me at all?

 

Under the half moon, beyond the full trees,

I lose those spirits. Do they cease to be?

Without them I drift off, leaving no trace.

Within me exists a devil's embrace.

 

Did they end me? Did they touch me at all?



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