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Full Moon

I feel like a drunken temple dancer.

Restless,

Outrageously lovely,

Behind velvet curtains.

Quite possibly ravaged.

The  moon rolls along 

The rim of the earth

Like a bright round penny

Carrying childhood hopes

In an arcade machine. 

These two things are 

somehow 

related.

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