A line drawing of the Venus de Milo statue. Arms are broken off


Under turgidtackytrite moon and pinpointpedantic stars
She contemplated the currency of feelings . . .
And the advantages of arms.
Except, she didn’t –
She felt.
Empty eyes
Hide motions of mind
And heart stored in clandestine cache
Inside that wooden crate of precious armaments.
So, she did safely swear by lucidlylackinglovers moon.

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