Luna
She devours moonbeams. Luna lies with ashen angels... Condensed thought drips from the tongues of beauties, thick as golden honey. "They have minds like gems," she says. On wings that fly through demonic dreams, they leave... crowned with laurel in oblivion. And she weeps, tears of silver for loves long gone. But her song is not over, it has only just begun. Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 11:23 AM PST 0 • 10
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"She devours moonbeams...."