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TASTES OF ASCENTION
Above, blue hangs a midnight sky Behind her bright crescents A prelude of degrees zero Her moon anew. Beauty minus any flaw A mirror in the dark softly diffusing Reflections of wax and wane smiles Between. Touching her angles unlaced To the perfume of her phases Along a panorama of senses Her shimmers await discovery. Degrees of cinnamon spritzed Tastes of ascention crossing middle night Effacing shadows from landscapes Between… The tastes of my dreams.
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