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Oct 2013
The melting sky waned
a mixed pallor of shy and silent
as the day settled in for night.

The softening light
reminded me of you;
the moon,
fractured,
fell into my lap.

A gasping craw gnawed agape,
the quickest glint of desperate:
the pit of my stomach sewed shut
into itself.

The echoing silence moved
from open
to empty.
Written by
Dana C  Portland, OR
(Portland, OR)   
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