lost in the corn maze
for hours, always knowing
exactly where I am not
*
acutely aware
of a much larger dance—
blood moon
*
the young magician
made the coins disappear—
longing to hand him my guilt
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lost in the corn maze
for hours, always knowing
exactly where I am not
*
acutely aware
of a much larger dance—
blood moon
*
the young magician
made the coins disappear—
longing to hand him my guilt