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May 2017
A waning moon
on the edge of
almost disappearing
I watch as you
float farther away
from my presence
even though the tides
are pushing you
closer to my shore
I sink into the sand
and feel the cold
of not being in your arms
and I look up into the sky
and no longer see you there
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