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Ode to night

by ella m

When the sordid moon drools luscious, raw light,

I am the slice of thunder.

Predisposing,

Permeating

Poisoning the placid night.

A feast of anxiety and malady.

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Tuesday 23rd January 2018 6:41 pm

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