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if i could save you like the moon, keep you tirelessly shining upon the earth's dying moors, and watch in hasty patience- the slow filling of your crescent, i know, you have grown, and i wish i could hold you, the sundress is pale & cold too, but the world needs it every day, when does the light of the eclipse dim? forever and ever, is just our whim.
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a collection of poetry from the perspectives of the characters of the short story i am working on, temporarily called 'INARIAN SAINTS'. hope you enjoy :).
