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I was twenty five the first time I saw the man in the moon.
I can’t explain his absence from my childhood the way I can explain 
the absence of my father.

Last night I dreamed the sky opened up
and welcomed me, and the darkness was velvet soft.
I swallowed stars that turned to fireflies in my veins
and they helped me find all the damaged parts.

The End

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