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Nov 2014
Where were you when
The clouds turned pale
And
The moon drank blood
And
The sun took its hand off my heart
Uncoupled and free, my heart ran to the
One thing it knew:
You

But where were you

Heart searching; hands finding, but it was
Not you, only
The ocean that ate
A shell
Held up to the ear, it listened to
You, but the only sound was
Silence.
Weary Traveler
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Weary Traveler
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