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....we are the masters of our fate.

Love Sonnet LXXXVIII

 

Tonight the moon was full,

orange, and hung low on the

skyline. For some unknown reason,

it thought it was the master of

 

the night, of your heart, as though

you had no choice but to

give in to its reflected light,

to its hostile desire of domination.

 

But when you strip away its

veneer, look squarely at its

pocked essence, what appears

 

invincible, is but a reflection,

stolen light from the sun. We, on the

other hand, can be the masters of our fate

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 5.1.2026

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