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Dec 2019
May you find your Polaris
when fickle starfields shift
behind dry eyelids
no constant but movement
too deep for volition
no feeling, only the throb
of an unquiet pendulum heart
marking the numb, blind hours
between midnight and winter dawn
For a New Year.
Juhlhaus
Written by
Juhlhaus  M/Chicago, Illinois
(M/Chicago, Illinois)   
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     Eshwara Prasad, adamas and Fawn
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