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^^^Blue Moon^^^ I'm laying beside her

By Ashley Bright

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Sweet sadness with the lips of smutty brides swindling her bibles and her chords to a diddled dominion------- -------repressing the warmth of tangled mothers ***********Their lively etches squirming onto her lover’s shadows********* AS Marriage would be her motive While ruler to all the chokecherries and wombs #~Stalking midnight~# in her yielding garbs I swallow her juice with swollen buds Each root potent and forever //////The sun her carriage\\\\\\ Enemy of the moon Both remembered delicious, delirious with a beautiful wound The sword>>>>the thorn willing in my left eye Once Saving me from the desert bed >>>>Sweet tongues<<<< A new taste The stars calmly insist Gliding in the skies ***she opens my wrists*** ^^^Blue Moon^^^ __I’m laying beside her__for you sweetsadness :) Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 12:10 PM PST    10 • 0

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