*Angledart*
Three-Quarters Full
Tonight,
The
Waxing
Moon
Passed
Through,
Yellow
Against
Dark
Blue,
Sailing
By
Still
One
Cheek
Shy.
I looked
For
Portending
Signs
Between
Intrusive
Power
Lines,
But
She
Only
Half
Smiled
From
Two
Hundred
Forty
Thousand
Miles
Or
So,
And
Left
Me
Standing
Far
Below,
Lost
In
Her
Secretive
Glow.
Tonight,
The
Waxing
Moon
Passed
Through,
Yellow
Against
Dark
Blue,
Sailing
By
Still
One
Cheek
Shy.
I looked
For
Portending
Signs
Between
Intrusive
Power
Lines,
But
She
Only
Half
Smiled
From
Two
Hundred
Forty
Thousand
Miles
Or
So,
And
Left
Me
Standing
Far
Below,
Lost
In
Her
Secretive
Glow.
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