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Jun 2013
crated to an imperfection
the moon and her's reflection.
Glowing back at her in the lakes surface
she wasn't nervous.
She came here for a purpose.
She sank her feet into the sand
felt the water with her hands
looked up at the moon
thought of your face
quickened her pace
lowered her head underwater
and never came back up to the lakes surface.
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   jude rigor
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