Aby Kittiwake
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Eventide
Moored to a diamond laden lake The moon asks her where she’s been Lost in the tangles of time She replies The gardener comes to cut me down with his shears Almost through the limb I’ve been healing the spots chewed That’s all
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Everyday I
Everyday I climb a tree and howl for you Greeted by the Dawn pale and mute
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