It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Today’s task is to create a poem of 44 words using the word, fill.
It was mid-July when I saw you
for the first time.
Stars dazzle the midnight
sky but quickly fade
compared
to the stars in my eyes.
Your voice like
warm scotch:
smooth
rich
velvet.
The moon
full and bursting
gold.
You hung it,
yes?
Ergo, the Ogre 
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