This Moon

This Moon is our home
Here we were born
And here we will die
Our last destination
An endless, bittersweet cry —

Let’s meet there at the end
Let’s talk about what happened
Ever since we ran away
About how we found us drowning in that bay
Full of dangers and sorrow
Empty and hollow

So empty and hollow.

   
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Published on January 18, 2020 03:03
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