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Published: Aug 9, 2015

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full moon promises
on a moonless night
a soothing serenade
when nothing seems right
curled and peeling
distorted from the heat
torched remains
deceptions deceit
calloused and calculated
Trojan horse
cold and empty
buyer's remorse

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