we left the hall at dawn
after an ecstatic night of celebration...
the pale morning broke on our eyes
as a pale full moon set in the western sky...
your drained face smiling
pale as that moon but for the bright red lips...
arm in arm our sides touching
as we supported ourselves in the fresh new morning....
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