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As It Is With the Moon Above

As It Is With the Moon Aboveby Michael DoyleIn all the suffering behind poetryIt plays out deeply as if in melancholyIt’s a pouring out of love and painSomething lettered and yet still in vainSunshine and spring are simply a prefaceFor … Continue reading →

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