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Sep 2010
to catch the moon
that would be something
to pull it shining from the sky
mold it shape it push and pull it
until it fits this space inside me
where nothing else belongs
where nothing chooses to belong
to fill that chasm that void that need
that would be something
Written by
andrea bush
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