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For My Friend

Her moon,

like hurt,

pales in

the sun’s

comfort;

the

warm light

lifts

what discourages

with the mist—

and this

regal girl emerges

with dark purple lips,

pearls in her fists,

and blue worlds

of mackerel skies

reflecting off

of her soft

emerald eyes

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