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Feb 2022
The moon turned 'round
And showed its dark side.
It fell and splintered
Into six billion sparks
Which littered the
Roadway, a Milky Way
Of asphalt.

I drove through its
Demise, red tail lights
gleaming as it fell.
I thought it was

Rain.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022
SøułSurvivør
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