I'm a stone fruit without any flesh
Raw and drained
I sit under the moon
She is milky and full
I see her face for the first time
I dream of being reborn in her moonlight
The soft grey shadows falling behind me
Shadows I will never see
I beg the stars to be my guardians
Each a messenger
A talisman
A treasure
Tonight I want to be delivered my fortune
To be full again like a plum
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
I'm a stone fruit without any flesh
Raw and drained
I sit under the moon
She is milky and full
I see her face for the first time
I dream of being reborn in her moonlight
The soft grey shadows falling behind me
Shadows I will never see
I beg the stars to be my guardians
Each a messenger
A talisman
A treasure
Tonight I want to be delivered my fortune
To be full again like a plum
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