At the stroke of every Cinderella hour
With the glowing moon-ink I write
My dreams, that lie on a bed of stars
Building flutters of delicious delight
I drown in my shivering heartbeats
Fighting warm liquid knots
Insanity rising from the pit of my being
To explode, in a million shots
And with the shifting moonbeams
My midnight madness, it wanes
To wait breathlessly, behind wispy clouds
For the sun to sleep againMS
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