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Jun 2018
In the day
You find solace
Only
By biting bleeding nails
Recede
Quick as you can to night

Draw your salt circle
Disrobe and dance rising swirls
Deliver the balm to pain
You're a mystical stole

Could only the sun sprites see
What mother moon sees in me

The light below that night herself enervates
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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     Fawn, Brooke S and ---
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