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Feb 2019
And like the rare blood moon
Shining rouge hues against my skin
He saw me
But I was too afraid to ask how I looked
For 2 years and 2 months
My tears are falling
When his voice carries through my room
It's palpable
Struck with the realization
That like the blood moon
Even he could see a woman like me every once in a while
Struck with the pain of knowing
In a different reality
We may have been lovers
And in this one
We'll always be a night sky apart
Anthea
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Anthea  25/F/New York
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