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February 12, 2010
gold starlight, silver sea castles *
of autumn strange.
seafoam eyes flutter on the moth falling from the skies.
comatose close and bathed in haze,
you took your last breath
and were carried off by a wind river
to norway in orbital ways. *
i only saw the moth when it reached me,
it could have been falling for years.
February 04, 2010
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