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Sep 2014
Sky
I love
And hate
At the same rate
So it all ends
In a neutral blur,
A human one.
The sky stands stark
In my memory
What color was it
The day I lived
The day I died
Were all my stars out?
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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