Reading the Hunter’s Moon

I, Queen,

hidden behind a foolish face.

We keep passing the loving cup.

But practice makes perfect,

and our ships are always coming in.

He rides the wave that brings the cup back to me –

freely and in all selfless innocence given –

filled with fire,

not the sea.

Author: Emily

i once was lost

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