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New Moon Rituals

I set fire to my past,

while the new moon slept around my shoulders.

Stars set their eyes upon me,

weeping with my brown eyes,

steeped in sympathy,

seeing the world turn,

fate turning with it.

I embrace embers,

cherry red,

wrapped around me,

burning and cleansing,

falling to firm concrete,

finding my way to the secrets my heart keeps.

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