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A poem from “Soil & life” The girlfriend of many who starlights with ice a kingess with gown of blissfully blue a priestess with crown who self demands by miles who ripens gemstones in her sun blue caves for eggs and nesting on fertile grounds we see her scratch the soil we wait so we…
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On the Moon I say: glimmer in a stone vi are going around to get down dust must dust dust and silk first the first and then: the Moon rises First the Moon gets thin. Then the Moon gets thick. Then the Moon gets thin. First the Moon gets thick. Moon gets thick it yawns…