what would I do without you
those who've seen the shine's
tarnished luster
wax and wane
I hung from my hips-
swaying in the quarter moon breeze
mashing my right lateral femoral nerve
into numb submission
I look for solace in
sugilite fluorite lepidolite tonics
infused with the waxing moon
fennel and rosemary
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