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Jul 2015
Drown the moon herself
in her silvery reflection,
hold her under the cresting ocean
until she stops struggling to rise,

Until we die in the sweltering street,
under the weeping noontide sun
seeking revenge for her lover.

This is the price we pay
for forgetting our warnings
William AL
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William AL  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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