Lunar Love

Meno SilencioMay 28, 2017

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Lunar Love

written by: Meno Silencio

@herdlesswitch

The crystalline lunar pull
Is where our lips collide
On unimagined wavelengths of blue
In golden moon pools of shallow animal regression.

A fantasy I want to unwind
Like the spiral of a galaxy.

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Meno (the herdless witch) is both an avid and passionate writer, who has two choices, write, or be tormented by the words that must be written.

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