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There’s Poison in the Spring — A Memoir

There’s Poison in the Spring — A Memoir This memoir is a work of nonfiction. Although creative language is used throughout, special atte...

Passing of the Pale Moon

There's a warm place

                where secrets rest

Nestled in feral earth

 

A sacred remembrance

 

The wolves are dancing

                for sanguinary offerings

                                the wind has conjured

Desire with gold-glitter eyes

 

The night is eternal

 

Warmth is not

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