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soft light from the moon

falls lonely on the floor

wanting to be some much more..

touching fog on window pains

taking the cold into your veins..

cold hands shaking and bleeding hearts aching

holding back words of lesser truth..

Again and again tears fall with no grace

sliding from there birth place..

bear foot steeps leavening no sound

only hard wood floors you walk in circles around..

soft soft moon light

dances off the window glass

wipe your tears and in brace your past