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Moon Woman Who
Tonight in her the man in the moon is young —
He pulls her skin like a dog's white fang biting,
A chain above in her throat like a lump hung,
She's an apparition under his body —
All his crater's virtuoso in her struck.
The dreams still go on with so little lighting,
Another prison his peripheral view —
It's woman glimpsed in, by the man in the moon.
Copyright ©
Paige Hind
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