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Jun 2018
The sky is clear
Then it grows opaque
As the moon shields itself
In the mist
The horizon beckons
This horizon
Of deceit and wonder
Of groundlessness itself.
Robert Cayne
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Robert Cayne
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   Surbhi Dadhich
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