...and float on the mist
as I make forever list
broken glass shines brightest
a fire that would not melt desire
we tore at each other, suspended in ease
to each piece of life we could breathe
a simple beginning that wanted voice
so when the sun is right and the moon is high
lost upon the mindless in sight
is when............
FenniganT & EPF 2010
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