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May 17
I want to kiss your soul
And tell it sweet goodnight
For the scars we lay upon us
Fade fast in moving tide

What wandering did we do
From here to there till now
To schism our great bind
As we wish the rain goodbye

Do you hear the city streets
Ghastly echoes calling bright
The neon light facade
Drapes on an empty stage tonight

I feel a dwindling fire
I hold it close and dear
My blanket is torn from me
I’m unsafe and struck in fear

Where is my gentle net
My lighthouse in the vines
The phone booth sputters
As blood trickles from my eyes

Now my magician is only here
In dreams, visions,
And big signs in the sky
He is just barely keeping himself by

The moon lights up the stars tonight
The rocks, but also you and I
We gaze upon the same bright night
But from different seas of changing times
Written by
Cheyenne Chenoa  F
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       Agnes de Lods, BLT and Traveler
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