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Winking at the moon. Turning the lights of the world down low. What do you want from me, starlight? Bitter cold into which I breathe my heart heated breath? I’ve almost had enough. Almost. And then I feel you again – this night, and I’m enraptured by the beauty of darkness and death punctuated by light. Light lives in me tonight. Thank you.


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