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Jan 2019
Dreaming quietly of my fantasies,
We are in all of them.
But what “we” are is so confusing,
I don’t know where I stand.
Groggily, under the night sky,
I look between the moon and its reflection.
Dipping my hand into its soft light,
I realise it doesn’t really matter which way up is.
some musings on The Moon Reversed through the lens of my crush on someone
Marsh Orian
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Marsh Orian  22/M/England
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