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Mar 2010
A brief flash in the night,
Show me the world,
and God,
I missed it.
But this night is heaven,
Parked in the grave,
Beloved dead cavort,
With stars.
And the windows aren't all that clear.
Your breath,
Is fire all around
Words revered in moonlight
Touch is pure Wonder
This night was heaven
And God
I miss it
©2005-2010 Allison Owens
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