Fleeted Moments
Morbid oasis of missing passion,
rescued sooted savior.
Bridged scars karomed cross flesh.
Paths we hid from time we lost,
once again to pay the cost.
Pound the crescent, hammered moon.
Binds the flight and bends the spoon.
Small frail tender precious,
based on reason perilous.
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