Not shining, a star ought not
Darkness aerating, behind a moons glow
Draped in galaxies, silent spinning fantasies
Nervousness beading down, flowing rivers never found
Bottom deep, a crater's weep
Better empty mouths, than volumes speak
Nowhere is the widow's creep, slandering whilst trying to eat
Devotion slipped between the sheets
Decrepit fingers try to reach
Nervousness beading down, flowing rivers never found
Backwards looks, eyes roll up
Bending, twisting, spinning 'round
Naivete keeps with ignorance
Desolate lands, cups of sands
Despaired of love, a gripping fate
Nervousness beading down, flowing rivers never found
Bold a heart to be looked down
Buried deep beneath the ground
Necromancer gathers bones
Digging for unanswered tomes
Dancing fingers grab and grope
Numbness sleeps, not losing hope
Nervousness beading down
Flowing rivers never found
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Tanya Leij
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