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The Night Before Loss

the moon fell
mirrored on
our pallid skin.
Our voices were low as
the world drifted down
like ash;
we talked long of heaven
and I still wonder if
it is wrong to
ache for death.

12 Nov 10

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moon and ash.
i see you bought a ticket.

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 — mandolyn

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