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Feb 2020
Wag my tongue
and raise my arms high -
           Rejoice -
I'm running down the road
after the new sickle
          moon
without regard or hesitation.

I pray to disappear
in a light sparkling
just as white.
Written by
Miracle Beyond Me  49/M/Ohio
(49/M/Ohio)   
90
   Woody, ScriptedSilence, Fawn and ---
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