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A Moon Dance

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The unnarrated you.
Untold and green. There were drops
of blood on the yellow jasmines.

Salt of your hands
kisses the tenderness of my prayers.
Roll me once on four- leaf clovers.

Your name was a temple.
You will lit my soul to witness the
golden truth of exiled poetica.

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