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                                                                          hands
                                                                          tingle my
Your arrow across the purple moon glow night  --beach haloed
streaks and sparks, metallic explosion reminds  --an omens delight 
us the same flavour of blood on our tongue --bursting, waning, waxing
stain of mortalic after taste, singed with sardonic empathy --ashore releasing. 
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                                                                        E hum
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Your spent time flowing soft in tame tides Femme --plorers seek
of the Forests where once witches brew, --to discover, ask for answers
rue Diana and her dryads heathen troops haunt --in corners where echoes 
elfin fortresses delight, romping, tromping --recall, recant shadows of footsteps…                                                                          
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                                                         ands
                                                         note grains
                                                         of Truth traces out
Your shadow passes casting glances --lines afraid of the dim
on sundials freeing the breeze to say---dark and unknown places
by the way You don’t belong but it was--leading to strange faces taunt
not You or I but the hunted who fear--races behind restrained by leashes-CUT
Free to fly.
Image by By (Marie-Lan Nguyen), 2007 'Artemis' Gabii Louvre [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 
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