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  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • May 16, 2021
  • 1 min read

Coffee and mysteries,

a message to decode in ink from centuries ago,

red lipstick or blood prints on the newspaper;


we sit in the building of old knowledge

and yearn to understand,


we hold the learning of the future

and of the past


but can we change it,


can we improve the world

of rotting old trees


and dusty books?


 
 
 

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