The moon's shadow willows,
bends and lowers blackness
onto lover's shackled pillows,
looms and lingers there
in rooms between their knotted fingers,
where it whines and pines the preciousness of rarity
bends and lowers blackness
onto lover's shackled pillows,
looms and lingers there
in rooms between their knotted fingers,
where it whines and pines the preciousness of rarity
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