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Oh Moon

Hide, bitter moon, from this mossy world.
It clouds your light with it’s own.
Which is more important?

Hide, sad moon, from the fiery sun.
We know that it’s beautiful,
but you’ve been burnt before.

Hide, tired moon, from the night.
It’s where you live, but not where you belong.
Just rest up and take a break
from the crying babes and the sinful sex.

Hide, drunk moon, from your friends.
They get angry when you choose to suffer.
They don’t know that sometimes
you just need to be sad.

Hide, lonely moon, when they playfully tease you.
All in good fun… until it hurts.

No wedding dance or connection
in a place with a hotter sun
over food and Giada.
I didn’t get to tell him
that he has to stop saying “fag.”

No baby meeting when s/he crawls out from
my moon womb.

Still need a chance to cry.

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