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The Blue Moon

I let the sand slip through my palm,

I let the moon weep wild with fright,

I was going to die once more in your love or the lack of it,

It was a purported suicide!!

I slashed my nerves, put on a smile,

Waded through your blue blood, insipid and venomous,

Turned the love pitcher into the blue sea,

A blue flower was all that grew, 

As my heart wrenched out all it had..killing forever my love for thee..