NaPoWriMo # 22
Love bit me
with its sweetest tooth
They are
three
They are
together
Present in
one
The Black
The White
The
Red:
The Moon
for my
concubine
this slow
dawn that lengthens
with the
rooster's crow
this
crescent moon whose sharp tip
has begun
to tear the dark
love bit me
with its sweetest tooth
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