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That Moon


Under the moon,

I called out.

You were blind towards me.

You were deaf towards me.

You stole my wising star and dimmed my full moon.

It was under that moon,

My heart became a ship wreck.

It was tossed around by the waves of neglect, 

and cracked by the whips of abandonment. 

Under that moon 

My wishing star was stolen

My full moon dimmed

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