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Jun 2015
"Breathe... stop crying"* they said.
How can I?
when the moon
is half again

When all that moon
has ever wanted
was to be whole,
complete and
him again

I've missed the moon
when I left

and

I am sorry
for taking the half of
himself with me.
Sorry.
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