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Apr 2016
Nocturnity
The breeze-kissed lake's ripples breathe silver.
A startled moonlight loon grasps the sky without a cry.

Never mind the moonlit leaves
while they fast until daybreak.
Poedog
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Poedog
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       The Girl Who Loves You, Happynessa, Word magick and PEARL PSYNATCH
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