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in the cold mineral blue
the half moon is like a bone half-buried.
burnished in the desert
by the stars' unceasing light.
i close my mouth and the moon is a skull, a soul, a ghost someone touched
through an airtight glove
i recite my life, i take refuge in water
dry moon, sister
your face is between me and despair.
the half moon is like a bone half-buried.
burnished in the desert
by the stars' unceasing light.
i close my mouth and the moon is a skull, a soul, a ghost someone touched
through an airtight glove
i recite my life, i take refuge in water
dry moon, sister
your face is between me and despair.