"My person wans like the phases of the moon and fills like the wax of the light that has traveled so far through the black space to touch the moon in a warm embrace.

Like the moon I want to share the warm embrace through to the sleepy of the night through the moon's moonlight. 

White like parchment.
With the night like ink.
I shall write until my craters become words 
As willowy as the Sphinxs."

⊙ Glitch ⊙

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