A huffing and a puffing with all my might, I’ve been trying to be the woman.  Little did I realize, she has been here all along.  Not dormant, no, not grieving, nor healing- here, just here, the entire time.
Aries moon frothing from the hard ride-
Cracks?  Ah those!  Perfectly filled by Virgo as she rises-
Swelling, again, returning, Jupiter pulls, illuminating the click, click, click into the moon’s refection off the tide, Cancer sun, coming home.
the pages that you read to me)

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