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 Jun 2020 Sachii
shanika yrs
The moon is
bright , a little frail, blurry ,

Today she is more real
humble and wanting me to save
amazing  astounding ,

She is bewildering
the way she talk through the dark,
The bare light she shredding on herself
Isn’t it her amorous winks of the ecstasy
The rapturous insanity of ecstasy to be in another few dark nights or so
In the day of full moon
Where we stand with Gods
© shanikayrs

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