Darkness

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The moon left us,

When your hand found mine,

Grasping in the dark,

Skin running electric,

Your fingers brushing by,

My soul falling hard.


You left us,

And the moon mourned,

Gasping in the starlight,

Skin running cold,

My memories rushing on,

My soul broken completely.

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