Drawing Down The Moon
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Who am I?I am the breath you draw in when you wake in the night. I am the taste of peachfuzz and cranberries. I am the echo of a song. I am the movement you make when you struggle to remember. I am the crumbling redbrown of old, old blood. I am the thing you seek in dreams. I am the gleam of moonlight on a breaking wave. I am the empty feeling just before you first bite into an apple. I am the chime of a hundred strands of silver and jade beads. I am the desire that rushes through you at an innocent word. I am the first rhyme you speak on the first day of the year. I am the waving grass beneath the shadow of a lighthouse. I am the elegant dust of an ancient tome. I am the shy glimmer of a moth's wing. I am the cry of herons. I am the arch of a branch over a still pond. I am the vicious word that sours after speaking. I am the tugging twang of a well-tuned guitar string. I am the shape the clouds make when your back is turned. I am every grain of sand in every river. I am all the whispers you have overheard. I am what brings you closer. I am endless. I am.
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