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An Autumn’s Rest

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Last night I dreamt
that my feet were blistered.
Pulling off my boots,
along with layers of skin,
but feeling nothing, nonetheless.

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Tomorrow I will dream of us.
My nose will fill with the stench
of rot from fallen leaves,
and I will think of you
feeling nothing, nonetheless.

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I do not know why
my dreams are drawn to darkness.
These nights offer no rest,
but sometimes it’s nice to feel nothing,
nonetheless.

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Ode to the Moon

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To you, my mistress, the Moon,
the illustrious queen of night,
how you’ve made me swoon,
o, fair lady of silver light!

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I spend each hour of the day
pining for your glorious gaze.
No words could ever convey
the ways you set my heart ablaze.

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As time turns to dusk,
our eyes meet, souls become one.
Alas, earth is ‘ever to be brusk,
and as soon as it began, it was done.

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Nae, my love! Do not weep!
Shine bright as the world sleeps,
for the night is yours to be adored.
We shall meet again once more,
when the world is yet spun.

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Love, your eternally burning sun.

 

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AUDIE D'AMICO is

a writer and visual artist whose work spans poetry,

short fiction, sculpture,

and painting.

Their practice

often expands into fantastical and

exaggerated settings

to explore the full range

of human experience.

NAME Magazine UNIVERSITY AT BUFFALO 2025 

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