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Nov 2013
i don't know much about the moon
for half of it is always hidden

and i envy the stars that can peer at the scars on the other side of where i'm sitting

i can't say much about the tides
that fall victim to your tug

but i can observe that with every fibbing word
the sounding sea has had enough

- l.f.
nyctophiliac
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nyctophiliac  illhueminati
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