#3,372

Chase the closed-eye
Crescent moon
Like sleepy mouths
Mime outlines of
Subdued
Silly-conscious 
Splitting twilight
Chunks, glimmer
Clean and
Perhaps undone
One tangle too,
Ancient ivies
Glassed
Cleaned and round
Tongues lash
Sunlight and
Spit moth’s
Ardour
A time for a
Knight to
Don a thief’s
Code of Honor
Coils, snap
Collide in aqueous
Collusion
Be not,
Still once

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