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| Full Moon |
7/20/2013
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Fingertips touch power that heals from the outside.
I know too much already.
Forgive my wrath, bleed with me.
Eternity never seemed so far away.
From what was said I know it now.
Back then was always backwards.
Lucky number seven must have just missed my block.
Powers that heal, well things are perhaps better left unsaid.
Shades of blue will soon float away into dark space.
My lust is even ajar.
Black holes fill me to the very end.
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