eighty eight.

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dear moon,

she watched
him head out
that same door
over and over
again with more
of his things
little by little
she felt relief
as she began
to hear a
certain echo from
the walls of
the empty space
the house was
speaking to her
promising her there
was some form
of happiness in
the sorrow of
splitting two in
half to make
one whole

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