lunar
By anaksunamun
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the thing: to hinge oneself by a plan an intention flexible enough to allow
oneself growth in the act; the embarrassment of change, of how one does
change, can’t help it~
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I am the mighty one who creates her own light , the nocturnal novelle,
I am
the herald the one who lives on worms, I know the names of the streams
hidden under the world , I know the keys of the songs from the over soul,
I have soothed his pain I found and joined together his bones, I am the
blind one,
my face is my own. the eyes see no thing .
The phenomenal layer is literally prelogical darkened optic excelsion
serene glitter bees and reapers on the way.
The next day was light.
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