Selene's Silver Moon Chariot

August 30, 2019

The App pings

The horses are uber gallant

Their stops are frequent

We are full

We are half

We have just a quarter

My celestial stops are tracked

Some blame my phases for the craziness

My nightly ride occurs like a ritual

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