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Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Lost angel
Lost angel
closer to that splash
into a stolen chill
see the echoing star
shooting by
beyond design
and then at long last
unwind
Slow goodbye
I spun eternity
on a magic silver sink
While the breathtaking moon
engulfs our pretending
the missing sun sleeps
and she's lost to the dark
the blind bitter softness
until the dawn brings
a slow withering goodbye
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