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Suicide's Note by Langston Hughes
huntingdogs: The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
5000letters: The ghostly moon spread her lazy limbs across the sky. Sinuous, she folded herself around the stars and curved around the hip of the world, dipped her head into the Atlantic and stayed there, shivering under the edge of the horizon. I watched her with hooded lids and eyes sprigging lavenders and wondered how anyone who met her gaze did not fall head first in love.
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