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2022, ad / notare, Ohio River Valley Literature, spring

ad / notare 22

March 15, 2022Mick ParsonsAmerican Literature, American poetry, Moon, poem, poetry, sleep Leave a comment

we dream then under a proptotic moon
stars scattered like discarded sleep

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