The airwaves clear
No rasping
in the air.
Seas of ire
plateau.
Smoky moons blink
waxen and wolf.
My heart frays
devoid of stars
in a famine
of songs.
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No rasping
in the air.
Seas of ire
plateau.
Smoky moons blink
waxen and wolf.
My heart frays
devoid of stars
in a famine
of songs.