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This moon Like a reflection Displaying What is supposedly My better self For with it’s Every crescent I become more of something I wish to be Yet it doesn't last For with its Every shrink I come to feel as if something Were dying inside of me.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
My Moon
This moon Like a reflection Displaying What is supposedly My better self For with it’s Every crescent I become more of something I wish to be Yet it doesn't last For with its Every shrink I come to feel as if something Were dying inside of me.
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poet-whisperer
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
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