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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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kiss of the mountain princess

the biting silver edge
of the crescent moon pierces big skies
then on through my heart

she sleeps
in that halo

until the cool inferno of
the blazing winter sun ignites my passion
I see her face

she stands
in shadows

beneath the mountain then
when every star adorns her
she lays down again.
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