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Jan 2013
as the moon blocks out the sun
all is dark,
all is silent; the air, still.
it feels like the end, but the day
is dark only for a brief moment;
the death of light and sound,
seems un-ending but
is gone as quickly as it came
(c) shiloh renee 2011-2013
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