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Celestial Symphony...

By Priestess

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CELESTIAL SYMPHONY... I see you every night; you’re beautiful…. Your Celestial face revealing a tear. The frown and wrinkle near your eye. Why….? You ask as you look at us; scampering like the Rats we resemble. You see no rest; no rest in our Destruction. Yet…. You still shine, so bright and wise…. and mine. Mine to see; my Throne in sleep. I fly…. I fly in sleep to you and touch the sky. When I awake I’ll share your tear. *888* I see you every night; you’re beautiful…. *888* When I look into your face I hear Music; music of Innocence. It makes me want to dance naked, and sing songs to you; my Luna…. You…. You know the Power over us you have. We submit to you. You’re beauty cannot be compared…. Maybe…. To a Celestial Symphony….! *888* ~ Friday the 13th in October ~ Selene Song Snapp ~ 2000I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of my mind... Written October 13th, 2000 © on Nov 16 2001 02:04 AM PST   0 • 13

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