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Sunday, May 9, 2010

Until The Heavens Have No More Stars

He leaned against the white
pillows
hair combed wetted with cologne
but still the smell of ripe
apricots lingered in the air
as he spoke to her

Her leaning close to his
lips to hear
"until the heavens
have no more stars"
said he whispered
"We had a good run babe"
said she holding the
tears for all that time
when she'd look for him
in every starry sky

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