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Aug 2018
This retrograde is always
sentimental radio silence.
Risings of the cresent moon,
shining off the suns old memory.
We have been reflections
of fires consequently burnt out,
long before we could grasp -
Orbs of celestial comprehension,
just falling short of brilliance.
Laura
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Laura  26/F/Toronto
(26/F/Toronto)   
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