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 "her path to integrity"

"his eyes are the nights"

his eyes are the nights
that intertwine Šahrazād's
myths which cause me
to be speechless.
i gaze wholly. like
the moth, i burn
yet so willingly
that i have become
the silver moon
in rise by which
his pack of wolves hunt.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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