Lilith

The daytime dreamer is always so beautifully alive
in her mind.
But, she looks so cold -
on the outside; like an aged book
with a cracked spine.

"What is the matter, isn't the Moon warm enough
for you?
Why do you need the blanket of another body?"

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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