if i could save you like the moon,
keep you tirelessly shining upon
the earth's dying moors,
and watch in hasty patience-
the slow filling of your crescent,
i know, you have grown,
and i wish i could hold you,
the sundress is pale & cold too,
but the world needs it every day,
when does the light of the eclipse dim?
forever and ever, is just our whim.

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a collection of poetry from the perspectives of the characters of the short story i am working on, temporarily called 'INARIAN SAINTS'. hope you enjoy :).

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