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Contributor: Ben Osborn

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you ask me of the moon

with your right eye nearly closed, you see a sliver of light
a sliver of silver night


a silver of slithering light
your left eye hints at opening, you see a sliver of night

you ask the moon of me

of the silverlit night
and your right eye is almost open, to let in the light


and the night has left your eyes, slithering
into the silver light

you ask me of the moon

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Ben Osborn is a writer, composer and librettist based in Berlin.


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