Crescent decline

Laboured by heaving breath and a heart that aches.
Suspend great opportunity.
A piece of time.
The broken thoughts, scattered.
Corroding the moon within with an idea so luminous.
Will the night let you go?
Recycling air and dreams.
Dreaming your own destruction.

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