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Fresh Start

When the moon began to melt

It cast a sickening blue light

Mixed with molten orange over the night sky

It made the air stink with burning ozone

And heavy with the idea

Soon the Earth would be void

On its way to a fresh start.

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Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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