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Feb 2016
What use is moonlight?
I reach into it, fingers open,
And my hand is silvered
And blessed, and comes back to me holding nothing.
I started wishing on the stars in the sky instead.
I said to the sun, tell me about the Big Bang.
The sun said, "It hurts to become".
iamnoone
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iamnoone  portland
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   Arke, HRTsOnFyR and Cecil Miller
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