And I whisper to the moon
Your moon
"Come back to me"
Push away the clouds
My clouds
And see me once again
Underneath I am like the moon
Your moon
Pure and white, though tainted
Stained by my unintended past
My clouds
Were never expected
A surprise storm
My clouds over the moon
But all storms pass...
Wednesday, April 8
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