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Full Moon

Inch by inch the darkness creeps.

Let me go down into the street

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and breathe, deeply just breathe.

All day long papers and books.

Alone and feeling incomplete,

as if playing half a role.

I go out. What do I see?

The thin silver moon turned gold;

tonight at least something is whole.

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