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Waltz Lunae

Katherine Chen

Ere the husk of dawn does fall,
With moon and Dream in pair,
As light flowers from their silken path,
A tune of naught does snare.

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Their tender touch doth enfold,
Unending seams of shade.
Twas in that fallen reverie,
Where us Forgotten prayed.
 

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