we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
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we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin sings when the lunar fervor unfurls across its follicles.

— Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
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