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The moonrise calls to me,Singing its ancient, cosmic songWhich resonates within my bodyBringing agaony and ecstacyWoven together in a fashionNo mortal..
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It is only while we are writhingIn the bittersweet agonyOf the midnight of our soulsThat we can truly see and appreciateThe beauty of the stars:Those ..
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A poem of reflection
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