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Mar 2019
Why does the moon hum a warm tint
in the darkest, coldest, empty night?

The frosty walk home is lonelier with its glow.
I am devoured by the cold and the lack of sound.

My exhale, like a ghost, tries to find a way home also.
Nighttime thoughts
Ed C
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Ed C  22/NYC
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