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4am

blow me out

and extinguish the moon

as calloused fingers would smother a wick

pull me into you in the frost of dawn

and I will hide beneath you where the moon cannot find me


blow me out like a candle,

heart clutching a wish


but wishes are for fools


the moon always rises

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