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moon stunt rain.

I’m a sucker for moon poetry,

i rise from my bedof snakes,

glassy apparition,

you have nothing on me;

garden fingers and

eyeholes i hid from:

no one can get me no

one can be

the thief …

moon stunt rain.

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