How Can I Warm The Moon

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Cold darkness surrounds
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Slipping inside my heart
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My shivering mistaken for desire
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Doubt hides in my discomfort
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Sleep providing your heat
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You turn away dreaming old hungers
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It no longer matters
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I return to my paints
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Ouroboros becomes ice crystals
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Encircling the half-moon
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Dead leaves rattle
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My bones rattle
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Is my joy painted by memory
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In one hand a paint brush
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In one hand a gourd rattle
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The rhythm calls me back
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I have wandered too far
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How can I warm the moon
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My blood is cold wind
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Bear … 01.02.2015
â“’Bearspawprint2015
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