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Friday, July 14, 2017

Poem By Elcypher_Moonlight

*Moonlight*
```
There's one in her palms
which forbears every touch
piercing through the unpaved paths
of my shrieking body.
There's another in her forehead
which glows not in seeking radiance
from the snog of my chapped lips
I wonder–
if there are moons without light
or, nights devoid of stars.
For, every gesture of her;
like the moon
still glow
less...
```
*El cypher.*

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