By Niya (lovebee@vnet.net)
Date: 19 March 2000
The Moon can not be Stolen
Sky Lark,
My spirit has met the Charlatan.
He has smashed it into a thousand pieces.
Thieves have stripped me naked of pride...
and threw my essence into the cold, dead pit
of nothingness upon nothingness.
As it sits here, bare, exposing the most
intimate points of its existence, covered
with the infinite blood of the unconscionable,
DIEING
I just realized
My Darling, the Moon can not be stolen
by:
Niya
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