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Upon the moonlight madness falls
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the midnight sun that escapes us all.
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Tragedies of ancience speak
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of presence in riddles of secret speech.
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Mesmerized in false pursuits
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a life of lies has unfolded truth.
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Youth in uncouth agony
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serves to prove the memory
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of everything that has to be,
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but hasn’t seen reality…
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Let a scream of sinful prayer
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save the season, the sea, the air
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…I prayed for the moon;
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thought I should but it came too soon.
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Some may say what some have said,
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others just live until they are dead-
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God as my friend
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I think it’s the end
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I’ve found the beginning of the life that death lent...​

If dreams are seas I sail to sleep​

and drown my thoughts in waters deep...​

 

wow! i usualy dont like anybodys poems..i mean once in a while, ill like SOME peoples poems..but i really like yers...it reminds me of how i write. so good so good!! u shud show me more man

 

hey thank you!
for sure I'll let you see more. but only if you keep lying and say you like it

 

Well done, thank you.