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Friday, June 18, 2004

free
we sat by the setting sun
stoking dying silver embers
basking in a web that twilight spun
blue-black skies of dull decembers

she said hold your head up high
open your mouth to swallow falling stars
'my supernova', i hear her cry and sigh
only cosmic mates hear the music of the Gods to heal all scars

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