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the moon in my voice sounds crazy

and insatiable tonight

this luminous display imagined

of winds that autumn worshipped

in prayers and sufferings

groaning in the night

for all those that were never loved

ripened fruits that no one gathered

know the language of this lonely love

no change or magic

no detail

only narcotics sweet poison

they went dreaming

in never lived memories

along with the wind dying

as the dawn light stays faded

and they lay compelled

into long shadows that never perish

kneel again

hands bound to respire

knot by knot the ropes untie

already left to regret

their dark mysteries

of nocturnal wisps

spills on faded canvasses

stars glow undefined between willingness

and echoes that form escapes