Burning through ,
A finely spun web of tales,
A tangled thread weaves
through our lives.

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waning moon
midnight feast celebrating
the divine flute player

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feel lonely
I never will
I have my chaos to keep company

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hollow
But I'm not done
I'm looking forward to the twilight

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I lost my foresight. I lost the touch

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icecream
delightful though frozen
with myriad flavours
tastes the same in all seasons
anytime of the day

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You don't show your wound
Just talk about the love

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Soak it up like a sponge
until its no longer there
Sponge may be a hobby
a beautiful company or just
throwing open the window
watching the birds fly.

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who loves you
And not the one
who desires you.

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that is uncaged
soaring high on
untainted horizon

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