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Black Hole
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Black Hole

A deep black hole,
The pull so powerful,
and the end no end.
Deeper, deeper....
so deep hope has no hope.
Five summers a little it arose,
yet seven moons it is falling.
Length and by Day.
Each fall breaking and hurting
Something dies with a loss
Six or twelve moons to fall
hope has no hope yet hope
Not all dies and goes
the bud of newness
still lingers and awaits
nutured and to grow
something beautiful and hevenly.

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