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Night Moon
Staring up the stairs
Out through the window
There is a moon looking back at me
Outlined in clouds.
It peers down all alone
And not quite whole
As if searching through that window
And finding me
To give me a halo,
Turning me into an angel
For the briefest of moments
I am immortal.
The wind blows
The clouds move
The moon wanders away,
Perhaps to find another window.
The floor creaks beneath me
And I climb the stairs.
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