To have the music STOP click the control
my love with a moon to move my secular soul...
a moon to still the screaming banshees,waging battle for control
of a gypsy, once free,
now stumbling headlong toward the day where branches will no longer stain the light between thee and me.
A longing,a curse...for memory is a hunger.
And all that I hold dear has been swept away...leaving only a crumb for my ravenous gypsy soul.
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Last revised: September 25, 2017