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Sad December Moon by Marjon van Bruggen

December evening;
long, grey spirals of dusk
skirr in.
The moon hangs
out of its socket,
dripping.

The lovers donĀ“t touch,
final lies freeze their breath,
a brittle, vertical icicle.

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