I am a daughter of the moon gazing upon her waning face cut through the winter frost so she may reach down arms of yellow light in orange rings an eye opening in the shadows
Come, my daughter, fly to me and so I raise my quaking arms with bowed head holding breath to dissolve into starless night sky and let her saturate my naked skin I am a lover of d…
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