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In a little white bungalow
I stood waiting
On a message
From the stone gods
Scribing a diaphanous message
Unreadable to an untrained eye
One unaccustomed to pain
Or the ways of love unreturned
But I knew
The dalliance of black and white
Had come to its end
And I faced another cruel moon
It’s ephemeral beauty a memory
Along the scripted edges
Of wounds left
Under the protection
Of cold stone to crumble
Beneath an abandoned heart

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