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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