He holds me to the moonlight
With gentle
Lips of translucence
I reach for him in the dark.
Feel the strain
wonders
shadow me
wanders
shadow of me
through the window
perches
Sound
A song of one.
Who echoes
From the periphery
Of once was
And her story is told
In a discontented sigh
She echoes
Still
In that place of never more
To the me who disappeared
I wake to him
And the wood pigeons
Wake the factory.
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