every night the moon slurs, smiles leering compliance, consenting out of the corner of her face. at midnight, I am less, after just one more test.   regretted by the bashful sun, at midday, his light lets learning in from a drunk, swallowing sex — drinking down below all morals, creating cause, causing effect, from…

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