breathing of prettiest moons

walks beneath the winter moon

breathing of prettiest shades in blue

[here is she, he there is]

 

thoughts of soon melting down bare fingers

hardening as slapping the briny pier

[then asks when, up ignores below]

 

thieving flames from candles bewildered

dividing stars enough only for thinning pockets

[truth of lies, backwards lost ahead]

 

basking naked, blurred as freedoms wrath

vacant of stranger once called lover

[fire buds rubies, love speaks dream]

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