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  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • May 19, 2021
  • 1 min read

Bottles of potions

of violet and magenta

and wooden tables

upon which books of old knowledge

and quilled ink rest,


I want to know,

to understand and to love,


the stars mapped on the ceiling

and the knowledge that I never had,


this is the place that I dream of

and cry in-


I weep for the knowing they could have had.






 
 
 

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