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Post by Raymond Neely on Aug 8, 2011 3:29:02 GMT -5
by Raymond Neely
The moon tugs heavy with love, enamoured, The moon hugs, blushes, weeping its pearls into the sea over Aztec lands. The moon hugs, powdered with bone, its arm around its dance partner the earth, as a lover's attentions upon my heart, dance me like a flower, bend me brightly, move me mirthfully, mightily.
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