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Mar 2012
You're
the part of the moon
that keeps the city
flipping switches
to see in the darkness

Sometimes I stand outside
and crane my neck at the sky
because you're only a sliver

I stare in awe
I shiver.
Peyton Leigh Stille
Written by
Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
685
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