Nostradamus

Posted: August 16, 2012 in Poetry
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Dark faery moonthe black moon hangs

limply between the

washing lines and drips

oily dregs onto the

greying stars of our

pretty galaxy

my precious love i wish i could

protect you always against such

creatures with the broken

wings black beating shapes

writhing under the dark

streetlamps in the remnants of

yesterday

oh my darling may you

never witness

these things

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