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A night of one thousand moons 
and I am dancing 
in dark. 

Circa. 
My half-script was left 
with you, under a scrap. 

Now I am not 
finding any punctuations 
in the aerie. 

At unknown heights 
wake me up in blue depths 
when sun does not rise. 

Stones placed on hyacinth 
will not bury the scent. 
I might bring another red spike.