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we play beneath a black garden
our dream is void
the essential madness aches
the bluest white is shot through beauty
men whisper to the shadowy sky
a monster eats the moon
and a sad vision is now true.
The Tormented Cantaloupe Copyright © 1996-2004
Jennifer Haynes