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A crescent of life and death,
Blown with ashes of corn kernel.
A 33 arc minute- fairy light drawn in the dark blanket sky.
Pulling out my bleeding eyes.
Loop of thread that has been sewn in its scars.
Dwarfs were with me, adoring its abounding radiance.
Questing for their stitches to be healed.
I have to admit you really painted a picture in my head of dwarfs bouncing....... And I just laughed my head off.............. Other than that. It's good.❤