These Shining Eves of Moon

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These nights inhale,

        Shadows exhale;

The time is late,

        And dark waterfalls

Shudder beyond

        Ourselves. My wings

Quiver as I am

        Warped by wind,

My talons detract

        As I am altered

By rain. I melt into

        Myself.

I n t e r s t e l l a r

        Is my name.

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