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Obolus

Light brush dabble rose Hues of waning ember Upon cheeks lightly flame Over eyes of silver Her body seems cold, Because she is lost in the fold …of the moonlight Stone boat even keel clips To south star, Octantis touch Reflection fierce seduce Beneath blue lips, Obolus conceal He body seems cold Because she is lost in the fold …of the moonlight Draw clean the sins, light of torch, extol With hot breath shallow flush Words restlessly rolling Quaint metaphors divide, senses bleeding tide Her body seems cold Because she is lost in the fold …of the moonlight

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Date: 11/25/2023 8:34:00 AM
Great word weaving here..
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Mat Ignacio
Date: 11/25/2023 10:21:00 AM
my appreciation -
Date: 11/25/2023 4:32:00 AM
“She is lost in the fold of moonlight” that line really stood out for me the most. I absolutely love the flow of this and the imagery, words restlessly rolling and bleeding tides, few of the many phrases that caught my attention. Pleasure always reading you. Sending you light today and always
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Mat Ignacio
Date: 11/25/2023 10:21:00 AM
thank you for reading and light to you as well -
Date: 11/24/2023 9:31:00 PM
Nice work!
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Mat Ignacio
Date: 11/24/2023 9:46:00 PM
my gratitude
Date: 11/24/2023 5:51:00 PM
Very haunting. Very beautiful....
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Mat Ignacio
Date: 11/24/2023 8:58:00 PM
many thanks -