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LETTERS TO INAMORATO
1
The moon is a glass.
I place, at its bottom,
a turquoise bound in
latticed silver…
You tell me, Inamorato,
that promises don't
wax and wane.
2
The sun offers a pitcher of wine.
Let us...
The moon is a glass.
I place, at its bottom,
a turquoise bound in
latticed silver…
You tell me, Inamorato,
that promises don't
wax and wane.
2
The sun offers a pitcher of wine.
Let us...
