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Harvest Moon

The harvest moon consorts with shadows/ in backlit sullen hollows/ where harbingers stood up or passed over/ are held hostage to a due date/ and dying of inaction or not acted upon/ currency wanes/ that […]

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I was blessed but passed over/ Heaven not being for the help. The Patron Saint of skill/ sets the rules/ and only error can remain/ abiding viability stalks the stalwart/ shadowed by guile’s conceit/ that […]