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Two pathetic lines about the moon…(iii)

Two pathetic lines about the moon…(iii)

The eclipsed moon. A burned match head.
Mars its angry ember mimicking the cold arc.

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This entry was posted in fullmoonsocial, Poetry and tagged blood moon, full moon, fullmoonsocial, mars on July 27, 2018 by Jeff Schwaner.

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