Swallow me moon,
Into the night,
The trinket strown,
I once held tight,
A jaded piece,
Upon my breast,
To smell at least,
With all my breath,
Into myself,
That scent of you,
Hear you tell,
Of love so true,
Chest to head,
Behind the dark,
I once bled,
And heard your heart.
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