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New Moon
Gleaming like a moon new,
gazing from behind, his dark facade is,
glowing as a crescent fragile.
Granting me dreams, to pursue,
my extreme, unscathed drafts,
enchanting, my esoteric crafts.
It's a feeling of a sensation inside—
it's dark,
it's wild,
kissed by sparks
hugged by tides.
It's the darkest night,
filling my hollow heart
with its darkening light.
Is it deterring me whole?
or soothing my soul...as my pale skin,
meets the breeze cold,
my everything, is decontrolled.
© Athena
gazing from behind, his dark facade is,
glowing as a crescent fragile.
Granting me dreams, to pursue,
my extreme, unscathed drafts,
enchanting, my esoteric crafts.
It's a feeling of a sensation inside—
it's dark,
it's wild,
kissed by sparks
hugged by tides.
It's the darkest night,
filling my hollow heart
with its darkening light.
Is it deterring me whole?
or soothing my soul...as my pale skin,
meets the breeze cold,
my everything, is decontrolled.
© Athena
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