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My Furtive Muse

The muzzle flash of the moon is infused with clouds where the brightness tapers off on knees that poke through the slit in her dress; the hem slips off her crossed legs. Gunpowder in sieves flecks her irises when she glimpses through my lunar haze of daydreams that I'll trigger her to smile. A Guns N' Roses song flogs silence in the back- ground of my mind as she stands to shake hands I synchronously half-rotate to kiss. Her wedding ring tastes like zinc, or some strange kettle of moondust while she avers that I look as pale as mists conspiring to discover our trail. Though we can't see her butler crack the whip to keep a distant carriage in place, whinnying clouds beam a grin to her face.

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Date: 3/18/2025 10:10:00 PM
Very different. There is a poet here who your writing reminds me of. Quite unique.
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Barthwell Farmer
Date: 3/21/2025 8:23:00 AM
Thank you, Andrea!

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