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Hey you chasing wisps tonight, so lucky the clouds hang low
in bitterwarm air so easy to fly when it’s like this.

You see me there, hover just over
the rooftop, below you I wave in wan moonlight.

I was once on a sea that was lit like this,
so many moons and just enough time to crest every one.

I love you, you know.

© Chagall 2015

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