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can you find the moon?
it was there and perfect
she was perfect
and I long to sit within

like my own beauty
only as tactile as the current
topographer’s trace
but speak not of it

to tell us is futile
for the time is ticking
and unstoppable by woman
or she would have, long ago

leave me in her beam
for none is as gentle nor
as encouraging of my wild nature
as the moon

 

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