3-4 February 2011
Luna, thug of hearts tug of memories
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I am no warrior, I merely could be a thug
I have no wish to face you vile and smug
In recognition of us lost in the Milky Way
Forlorn between good and evil we’d sway
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From our challenge emerge souls charred
With memories of dignity frail and marred
I love you I hate you I know you et cetera
Of broken, empty words I voice a plethora
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In mine mirror like yours see lost innocence
For worldly ties speaking but evanescence
Broke at the limen of knowledge that lasted
Your breath caught in a heart flabbergasted
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A thief of ye hearts’ memory I work tricks
No police catch me as I drink you to calyx
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