You picked up, and called the moon
You asked a minute too soon
Dancing dust rise among, fancy phase among
I need you now, heart hold bow,
Black moon, shade doom, black moon
Black Moon
These tears sink just you,
My sweet little pocket Kangoroo
Yes, more yes, no more art contest
Squid row falling to class
To look you in the eyes
To see you're bathing down the pie
I will hold you in my arms, forgive you, you speak
A bucket and a first loan
The acrababra cobrahome
Pierre Rausch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-moon-5/
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