with my ragged nails pull
strands of magic dripping silver
across the ravaged ground
strange you to stranger me
let me introduce myself
with the shake and tremble
that took root in the depth
of me at your touch
let me stand here on the edge of dawn
and dare you to breathe
grasp the air like the wine
you described me as
look at me with the light
bouncing off the concrete
I have torn the moonlight from my hair
I left you in the dark standing there
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