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LANTERNS A bowl of candies waits beside the door. Or my door--not ours anymore. After the cleaning part, the scraping out, The seeds are drying in the stove And when it's time to carve, The face cut from the hollowed shell Makes me think of who we were, Flickering and unintentionally cruel. The ...