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Oct 2013
She was the moon
     that pulled his tides
He worshipped her ghostly glow
     each time the dark settled in
She was the sun
     that lit his path
And drew him
     the proverbial moth to flame

She was sustenance
     air
     water
     fire
     earth

He chose a new satellite
Changed his orbit
Left her on the dark side
Casting no more shadow.
Any present moment
Written by
Any present moment
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