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November 1, 2014

 

 

And guiding muddy

footsteps laid at noon,

that would have been

the only night-time compass,

lit by a crescent moon,

will disappear, unless that

by a blessing, comes a frost,

and keeps intact a trail,

that now seems all but lost.

 

 

 

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