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Winter Night
Sliver of moon,
thin crescent hovers
over
breathless hills.
From night’s broad loom,
empty skies fill
dark rooms
with blackest silk.
O guardian
stars, dropp on my face
your amazing
lace!
poem
by
Steven Federle
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