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Luna.I provoke the wind / in a dialect shared with him / and him alone.
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Ophelia.A capricious young mind / alive with reveries of vistas and granite hues, / enthralling nocturnes
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Son of Sirius.A brightness bathed the night: / Spectral corollas flecked the slick, / Damp sea – shoals of languid light
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Icarus revisited.We found a new world, / yesterday. / Ordained with holy numbers
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February 16Pinnated clouds / spread like wisteria / along the horizons
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November 19.My window has no seat, why would it? I wish it did. / There is just a glossy magnolia ledge, barely wide enough to / cater a slender bottom. Upon the ledge books and candles
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The Gallows.Ring-doves with stoles / as black as ice, / constrained by priestly cloth,
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January 21.A coercive throat siphons the sky: delineating. / Men of Normandy, your dulcet words still flow / On aching gusts around these hillock ramparts.
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March 3.A March dusk blotted stale / bodies; jet-black water / ran thick with puerile inks
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December 3.Brother moons chalky, / saturnine crescent / could barely penetrate
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