half a moon crept into view
golden redstone rising
halfway home below the hue of
moonshade or its guiding
i halved the complex whole of you
your recluse - your inviting
how often eyes are mirrors to
a soul disarmed or hiding
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An open journal... WARNING: some poems contain nudity or sexual images. NSFW 18+
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