A full moon night folds up
in smoky curls.
Wisps of blush spreads over -
the naked canvass of the dark sky.
Mist camouflages the tears -
sharp and stinging that well up
each time the sky expels
a new morning.
The pang of child birth -
clenching muscles,
serial, violent rejection
of own's own flesh -
A new day is born.
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