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Jan 2015
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.
Written by
Poet-Whisperer
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