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It’s a yellow moon on the rise…
Weaving nightmares And dropping saints The mourning walls With wounded bodies Climb dead towers Wearing polka-dotted moonlight On spiraling heads.
~ Deepak Amembal ~
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It’s a yellow moon on the rise…
Weaving nightmares And dropping saints The mourning walls With wounded bodies Climb dead towers Wearing polka-dotted moonlight On spiraling heads.
~ Deepak Amembal ~
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