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Between Two Nights

I just clipped a picture of sliced moon, much sliced in my poem. Days later, it would have completely extinguished but a thought between two nights towards the west its shifting sides overpowered me. Gnawing at this state how many stories had been built, and there must be some magic happening somewhere.

the air been
smooth over
my goosebumps


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