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Lunania
Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar.
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.
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