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  Mar 2021 shamamama
Michael John
i knew the moon too well
over familiar
from her arms i fell
like the water

in an ancient well
reflected her
eternal
earth mother

a mired hell
her purr
her smile
a lover´s

shell
a lost word
a rat´s spell
never heard..
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