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I wish I loved you In the summer When sun pours down heavy drops of slumber. Later in the twilights blue Soft paced winds Blow glitter On the moon. On pathways Round lilacs and yews Nights shuffle on leaves With

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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