we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
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we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symbiosis, that she is our mother.we have forgotten that when we rape our world we rape ourselves.

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