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There is within me a moon- a twilight Cézanne, a barren Bhutan, a dim-lit Rodin, a mirage-less Sudan. There is within me a moon- a post-war Japan, a loveless Quran, a last place at Cannes, a Carson 'n couch (without his McMahon.) There is within me a moon- a 4th place finish in Laussane, a certain Cohen sans his Suzanne. a moon a hunk of frozen rock, reflecting gold sherd from all around a spark in the dark, wholly drowned the shiniest, hope-giving speck for years unbound up close though, should one ever dare to come (of course none ever shall/have) the sharp and unworn, no-color regolith ever alone, alone, alone he is ever on the verge of dirge he is unhappily repeating to himself- repeating to himself, repeating to himself, repeating to himself... to himself, to himself, to himself... by himself.
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
ShhDragon
There is within me a forest man...
There is within me a moon- a twilight Cézanne, a barren Bhutan, a dim-lit Rodin, a mirage-less Sudan. There is within me a moon- a post-war Japan, a loveless Quran, a last place at Cannes, a Carson 'n couch (without his McMahon.) There is within me a moon- a 4th place finish in Laussane, a certain Cohen sans his Suzanne. a moon a hunk of frozen rock, reflecting gold sherd from all around a spark in the dark, wholly drowned the shiniest, hope-giving speck for years unbound up close though, should one ever dare to come (of course none ever shall/have) the sharp and unworn, no-color regolith ever alone, alone, alone he is ever on the verge of dirge he is unhappily repeating to himself- repeating to himself, repeating to himself, repeating to himself... to himself, to himself, to himself... by himself.
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