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Number 902 My Moonbeam
"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams" Edgar Allan Poe
My true love was always my moonbeam
To breathe her light
She had to be her own addiction
She has control over the saint of procure
I drink to her freelance contingency of no mercy
A glance at her smile.. wanton fever.. stone me petrified
A shooting star
True dreams please come to me
Like it was Lust like it was Love
I could have been friends evermore
Its all for that smitten that smile does cast
Plays part of the twist part of the laugh
When she feels too anxious about giving
It's her folly I can't take
A whisper from the truth becomes me
I found lost in her shine that beam diverged away from my soul
The moon doth cast my Moonbeam nevermore
No buzz, buzzing of her number 902
Hiding her perks my now vacant desires
Seduced by my loneliness
Tortured by some disconnecting dreams
Where time lost it's fears
To where life is but tears
Number 902
Copyright ©
Greg Slode Smith
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