Filling, flowing, fogging,
Two disks unlock me
Stagnant mood emptying
By the swell
Of the lunar cycle
Your telling-beams suffuse,
Pouring into my vat.
Addled by the moon's visit
I leave you in the gloaming.
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- Melissa
- Baltimore, MD, United States
- HERE is a secret space devoted to the studying of curious occurrences. Overlooked Barometers, Strange Men in Tweed Suits, Disappearing Places/People, and Divinatory Patterns are of significant importance.
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