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Bona wrote

I clamour here

under the chalk moon

remember when your words
pressed against my happiness

now its fingers on the temple
and the wind rising

the last entries
lost per centages

and ragged in the whole

Editing stage: 


I like the short better then the long sometimes

author comment

Indeed, Steven. Sometimes you kill the music with the lyrics. ;-)


I think I've seen the moon of which you speak.

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

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