the heart it ponders
on a wicked limb
onto the night
with glee
the pains and tears
that once flowed
down
are now there for
all to see

wonder aimlessly
seek asylum
prepare to meet
thy doom
but when you
come up again
it is a beautiful
blue moon

what goes on
beneath the stars
while sitting on
a shadow
is it you, or me
or make believe
or just another
argot

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