we looked that night with bug-eyed
wonder at the supernatural;
you told me you were happy,
here with the moon all timid
behind a phosphorous cloud;

i was a tourist in the land
of the dead, you
were kissing your death goodbye
we agreed it was for the best
to abandon all but desire

thoughtlessly I am still stung
by a single beautiful mistake

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