lyra

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Moonlight pierces the sky with playful jabs
it's the pull from the outside
and so goes reason and meaning

This beast is too powerful for me
singing the worst of me
it's got a mouth and a heart of worms

Only poets like me have seen Lyra,
at dawn with her marvelous face and at night
with her heart of worms and sickening lips

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