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May 2014
Only Moon
Gives me light
In this frigid morning, or night.
Only light
Guides me right
In dismembered world I call life
Only warmth
Has escaped
Though the pierced holes of my throat
Even death
Ran away
Made me wait, stood me up on our date.
Henry Bandini
Written by
Henry Bandini  NYC
(NYC)   
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   SG Holter
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