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Feb 2021
you may see
a glittering dark sky,
a tireless display where
light and color and God collide

all I see
is the broken promise he
left behind;
for though time, space, and state
lines separate,

at least we would sleep
under the same massive,
twinkling,
blanket
he’s gone now
feh
Written by
feh  18/F/UT
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