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To moon 
giving a parting kiss of 
sinless shame 
I nudged him from the tree. 

The night had been a terror. 
I was facing myself 
in unrelationship of a prayer 
not to weep for my muse, 

crushing a poppy on my 
chest to get the imprint of your 
face, like the furrowed flame 
leaping from a deep hurt. 

Cannot play a game of mockery 
deciphering the complete 
truth of a veil 
for a painless stain.