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beneath pink moon’s majesty
in the radiance of her soft silvered light
phlox in blushing bloom
brushes against muzzle and paw
with each breath’s stir
from soul’s marrow deep
a starward call
this voice a wild torrent
of mirrored echoes
reverberating into the night
my primal howl
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