Moon smokes the mirror

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composite piece from short poem and Haiku edit

Moon's pale
light 
dimmed in
cloud.

smoked.

preserved moment
when, perhaps:
that rock
stole it's hue
from you.

but

it's crescent 

scythes my reality

rounded in sleep

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