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Added on by Steven Casale.

No solace, no need
for our eyes to see the moon.

Between a love and a loss
and beneath a heap of stars...

We lingered in conversation.
The warmth of night
licked our bare skin.

You told me about double consonants,
slowly mouthing the word:

fatto 

Done, you said.
And I wondered how a moment like that
would live in my mind.