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Tuesday, July 23, 2024

Unsown - A Poem by Moe



at window sill he pressed his quill

to bleed upon his love

that she may feel her lovers kneel

with kisses from above


for kiss by night is kissed by knight

whose dawning soon appear

a loving way to better say

"im holding you from here"


so take his heart, here every part

and make it now thine own

that years may be but hours to thee

for love that lives unsown


~moses apollo

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