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Nov 2019
it moves
like the moon: full to crescent to nothing at all;
existing all the same until the next phase

it burns
like a knife; eventually less, as the knife gets blunter,
the desire gets weaker
Veronika
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Veronika
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       Melanii, Cody Smith, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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