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Nov 2014
he leans towards sunlight
and casts shadows on
tempestuous spectators,
critics of the light,
lovers of the dark.
he sinks moonlight
into, unto, onto skin,
his hands,
la luna's voice,
breathe me,
echo me,
Dean Eastmond
Written by
Dean Eastmond  Weymouth
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