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[Kind Words] moonlight masochist\

Tags: poetry, poem

I keep on my journey when the world's asleep,

searching you out, like a bewildered sheep.

If you'll come to my aid when you see me-

with my knees bleeding red on these cobblestone streets.

It must be the price of my earthly sin,

that I've no food or water for nourishment

that I crawl alone, in the dark, hoping.

I am the moonlight masochist.

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So hear me cry out your name, whoever you are.

Bring me the moon, and make me your star.

Protect me like mountains and be my guard.

Help me sleep sound when the noise is harsh.

Be the hearth for my fire; the warmth for my heart.

Get me into a home, and out of the bars.

Can you hear my infantile, crying heart -

My moonlight masochist matriarch.

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I cough as I choke on the poisoned air.

No one around who seems to care -

Save for two beady eyes who approach and glare,

a thin coyote with a hungry stare.

I only hear howls in monotone

as two other dogs come sniff my throat

But at least when they carry off my bones,

I can kinda say I never died alone.

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Hear me cry out your name, whoever you are.

Bring me the moon, and make me your star.

Protect me like mountains and be my guard.

Help me sleep sound when the noise is harsh.

Be the hearth for my fire; the warmth for my heart.

Get me into a home, and out of the bars.

Can you hear my infantile, crying heart -

My moonlight masochist matriarch.