loss (tanka)
i walk under pale skies
the sun falls to the ocean
scotch rich on my tongue
how many lonely moons
to dim your blinding light
i walk under pale skies
the sun falls to the ocean
scotch rich on my tongue
how many lonely moons
to dim your blinding light
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