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Oct 2011
You told me
on more than one occasion,
That you bought me the moon
because I was so pretty,

And that was our gift:
the night
healed and illuminated,
Where I would talk your ear off
and you would be my rock
But eventually
the moonlight fell short,
And I spent too many nights
Calling out your name
When you turned your back,
And it took me months
just to let you go
Months I spent praying
it was just a stupid joke

But the moon is just a pale rock
whose light keeps me awake
restless on the bed we shared.
Janelle Flora Viser
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Janelle Flora Viser
     amanda and Janelle Flora Viser
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