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The call that falls
Between the stars,
Through gaps in the clouded, shrouded night,
Shivers into echoes in the rows of roses.
Hear the petals twist?
The moon is a bullet:
Dragging, drawing blood and bone;
Killer silver,
Sets it free.
Flesh cage: flimsy bars.
A self of such fluidity.
No solid, stolid core -
But heart-rending lows,
Dreams of sharp and shining white,
And a mind of such savagery.
Creeping, crinkling echoes still
Quiet sleeping night.
Curl around your heart
Safe from silver.
The call falls.
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