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Feb 2020
when a bruised
moon

turns to luminescent
liquid

then vapor
or spray

you drive me mad

your essence
ingested

and now you
an image
a mood

live freely
in my head

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting. Imagistic.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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