i got you

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Like a child of the moon, I'm meandering myself
in a culture that you're sharing each day, framed
into a square, so attentively and so devoutly, and
also visible everywhere where an energy wheezes.
Makes me feel as if I get you as I got you on me,
orienting proudly the mask of your love, marked
smoothly and tactlessly by a muse for me by you.

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