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Oct 2011
I am no fool,
To say, "I miss the Moon."
I have sat down beside Her.

She's one of the tools,
That's helped me remove.
The ballast I was so well-supplied with.

She's as close to the Sun,
As I'll ever come.
A warm reflection of fire and Truth.

I am no fool,
To say, "I miss the Moon."
As distal tide,
am I Hers
to move.
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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   Marsha Singh
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