| Standing in a crater in my leaden shoes, I am held there by more than =
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| gravity, she’s been hit so many times with heavenly abuse, quite a =
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| history of catastrophe, but the footprints on her face are merely made =
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| by man, she’s is shining despite the rough terrain, I think she picks =
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| her teeth with the staff of a flag, she plucked from her cheek with =
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| playful disdain. |
| Glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, throwing a =
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| spotlight over the chasm, glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, casting =
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| her shadow, over the sea (heavens'at end)…Geologic samples held up to =
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| the light, teach very little of her life, astronomers deny what they can =
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| divine, by merely gazing up into her eyes, every lunar cycle she begins =
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| a new, not afraid to show herself in full, the man is a myth, lovers =
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| share a view, all god’s howling dogs to her are dutiful. |
| If you come at =
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| nightfall, you can see all her magnitude, her tidal tears have fallen, =
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| reflective of the sun, bearning her gratitude.
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| Submitted by: Mel |