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daybreak moon
And I am changing, too.
I can feel it.
I can feel it in the barometric
pressure
pushing on the liquids
of my skin, glass skin.
And I am alone, my small window
soaked
in drops of dark night rain.
And I am not afraid
to roam
these gatehouse
corridors
these empty ripples of midsummer
hours, before
the daybreak moon.
Mia Moore
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