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the full moon taunts me from above like a frightened cop's flashlight blinding, ready to pounce "alone again, are you?" the moon scoffs "yes," I reply "by choice?" "I'm a bit worn down, moon, to tell you the truth. I don't know if I'm capable of going out and pretending to be something I'm not anymore. I'd rather be by myself, honestly" the moon pauses and pauses some more before it speaks "then you shall become like me. viewed from another world, trapped in plain sight. although some find you beautiful, they'll never be able to touch you, to know you. I was once like you before I ended up here. it gets cold. enjoy being in the light of others. you don't need to be anything you're not. I sometimes wish I was the sun but there are things we can't become"
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
Saturday Night
the full moon taunts me from above like a frightened cop's flashlight blinding, ready to pounce "alone again, are you?" the moon scoffs "yes," I reply "by choice?" "I'm a bit worn down, moon, to tell you the truth. I don't know if I'm capable of going out and pretending to be something I'm not anymore. I'd rather be by myself, honestly" the moon pauses and pauses some more before it speaks "then you shall become like me. viewed from another world, trapped in plain sight. although some find you beautiful, they'll never be able to touch you, to know you. I was once like you before I ended up here. it gets cold. enjoy being in the light of others. you don't need to be anything you're not. I sometimes wish I was the sun but there are things we can't become"
Metanoia
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
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