No
one reads my poem-blooms
so I read them to the moon.
“You’re waxing gibberish!”
it tells me in the lurid, pale light.
And still, yet, I swoon—!
so I read them to the moon.
“You’re waxing gibberish!”
it tells me in the lurid, pale light.
And still, yet, I swoon—!
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