..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
The Hunter’s alabaster moon
hung in a cerulean velvet sky.
Trails from the hunters bow
caught in the corner of her eyes
from comets long ago.
She is such magic to behold.
Lofty platitudes or was it elevated truisms? Did it matter? Strip away all the familiar tunes. What’s left? It’s the same old song and da...
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