Through the fury On the wing of the razor-edged wind Which divides
our existence I heard the words of the half-blind messenger He, she desires (And against whom I've sinned) Has
revealed his insistence With devastating precision he has sent for her The perfect circle Of a faceless moon hangs
overhead And I, back where I started The irony rips a frozen tear from my eye My teeth chatter Words desperately
needing to be said Left with you when you departed Now my only response, a smile or a sigh.
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