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i see you there beneath moon's lambent light blending within shadows on half lit walls wry faces of those that are lost from sight ascending voices heard within night's squalls why is it you only come out at night pretending to whisper through winded calls? those yawls fall silent at the break of dawn rose skies arise within its blend you're gone june 24 2019 Rima Ottava sponsored by Charles Messina