Tag: a Visitor in the Target Moon
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A Visitor in the Target Moon
Brother, I await you outside the windowamongst the night traffic zoom and scent of pine,story sitting on the throat’s knife edge,the truth unable to roll out from blood fear. Mother, I feel your harsh breath outside my soul.Father, your praise is hidden in the hot stones.Brother, the moon slices you,tripling fear across the unforgettable,a memory…