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a memory of time well spent

 
they never do what  
they say they're going to do,    
my bones ache,
but for my heart there is the moon.  
 
when the shadows took over
it was the best,  
the moon was orangey red,  
like rust or sepia,  
a color spectacular in a shadowy luster.
 
and then the stars,  
the darker the moon would get
the more stars I could see  
around it in close proximity –  
 
I was moving to home  
and stopped to take the picture,  
 
I went on down the road  
and watched the whole thing,  
…then it was bright again in a quiet reflection…  
Written by Pishashee
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