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Friday, August 31, 2012

In The Rapture of August's Blue Moon

Safe and sound under the cold blue moon.
Settled behind the great kingdom of heaven.
Softly humming in the shelter like a loon.
Longing deep inside this most sacred haven.

Billion forgotten days spent in another culture.
Dead eyes, and soul bitten by a rotten vulture.
Empty minds, devoured by midnight's rapture.
Waiting for our souls to be tied by the force of nature.

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