| I cannot see you
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| But I can feel your
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| Wide encircling reflections
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| Twisting
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| Slowly, bruising
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| Everything in your path
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| Moon bow, scarred indigo.
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| With this second-hand glow
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| We are losing the stars
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| But you, only you, remain
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| Desolate Goddess
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| Your craters tilt sullenly
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| Dripping their light right down
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| Just like an old, broken tap
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| A light you can suffer
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| Safe in its secrecy
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| A white excuse for me
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| Creator of deepest shadows
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| Our pock-marked watcher
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| Unrequited companion
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| In unimaginable solitude
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| A witching hour flower
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| Moon bow, scorched indigo. |