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The Moon Rose
The moon rose like a bloated stomach
Through the salt mists of the Dead Sea.
Bats flew singing over my head.
The dry white bone
Shone
Like a wood flute
Beside me
And I sat on my haunches
At peace
In the star-eyed desert.
Poems on the topic: dead sea
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