Setting Suns; and with one
well worn, i wash in a cloth.
i open too close both eyes.
and with how my lovingly now
it's seen off and held gentled.
as it spills over
and into it's good that night.
and where once each hand
there it held
all too often enough the last drop.
and i paint both halves,
as i stand too reach for the moon.
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