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Friendship

Look up to that velvety black sky
To that pale white face staring down

It hovers omnipotently
abstract, ethereal, estranged.

Full now, it is a silver dish
of pearly-white tears you shed

Pour out to that judge in whispers and
sighs but it waxes and wanes before

you reach it’s gone, pray
you do not mourn

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