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I walked across the moon
And found myself face to
Face with an other.
She told me she held the
Secret to creation. I asked
Her to please hand over
This vital information. She
Said, "Breath, my friend,
Is the beginning to every
End."
Copyright © Brooke Mitchell | Year Posted 2009
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