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| Dr. Ashan |
She's tryin' to beam
Her love here,
Back-dropt by Sol's
Thermal cauldron
Venus nibbles at
Helios edge,
Blocks tidbit
Of foment light
With her veiled orb
On calamitous Earth,
--named not for Titans,
But strewn, peaty-roots--
Hominoids don't note
The up-tick of amour,
Turn to measure
A tumor on brightness,
Forget they are love, period.
Laura Stickney
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