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Moonset slips beneath a steel sea, crescent sailing the starless deep. I sketch the hollowed sky in my dream. Sunrise lifts from under the hills, music stirs as dawnlight spills. The horizon bursting, a choir rehearsing: requiem for a fallen friend. Moonchild in the lap of a pine singing for the wordless divine. She wanders on the sea of her mind.
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
Moonset
Moonset slips beneath a steel sea, crescent sailing the starless deep. I sketch the hollowed sky in my dream. Sunrise lifts from under the hills, music stirs as dawnlight spills. The horizon bursting, a choir rehearsing: requiem for a fallen friend. Moonchild in the lap of a pine singing for the wordless divine. She wanders on the sea of her mind.
for the quiet of dawn
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
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