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I’m eagle,

inimitable,
Endymion,
because I
look so

god-like,
beauty is
good when

you’re loved

by the moon.
I’m elf, eleven
elvin drawstrings
flinging sharp

hearts up to the
sun, four hit my
moon, my moon,
a guy. I’m just a

toy of a boy
getting man
handled by
godless

thieves who
place me on
the pages
more and

more unfairly
as they kill
my lover-
moon, a man.