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Heart's Musings
Maybe tomorrow the moon will sing.
November nightmares will cease to sting.
Pomegranate heart filled to the brim.
Depthless desires unfurl their wings.
Figment of forgotten flames burst...
November nightmares will cease to sting.
Pomegranate heart filled to the brim.
Depthless desires unfurl their wings.
Figment of forgotten flames burst...
