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Friday, December 15, 2006

Moon

How odd the on the day I choose to lose my shroud
The moon appears hidden, cloaked from view
Has she felt the pain?
Does she know and understand my need?
The moon and I used to keep council
Will she know me unmasked?
Do I?
Posted by The Romantic Flea at 4:13 PM

1 comment:

openeyes said...

beautiful.

December 16, 2006 at 5:50:00 AM PST

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