BELGIUM

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Betrayal

Trysts
Made at dusk
Under the full moon
Broken in the light of dawn
When the sun came peeping...

Then 
When you kissed me
And made the moon 
wither from envy
You told me
You will be back-
To claim what is yours

Now
I have got the moon
In my very full stomach
You have vanished 
Like a dream 
In the light of day

Lost Generation

Do you hear the moon wailing
shedding tears of rust
and blood
crying
in a long-stunning tune
hailing us
to bow
and
s                                  hout to the skies
pierce its thick, thick skin
drown the laughter of thunder and storm

Do you hear the moon wailing
for us
trapped in yesterday
nowhere to go?

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