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Apr 2020
They look at you like you're the moon,
shadows, secrets and brooding
You try to bring light to their darkness,
but they fear the unknown and,
in fearing the unknown they fear you
The moon is a mystery even to herself
Don't you know they need warmth as well as light?
Don't you know you soothe them after the Sun's blinding rays?
Well, perhaps you never asked to be the moon,
but it was always your destiny.
Just as it is the moon's destiny to fall for the Sun,
even die for her.
Written by
Tara  F/Nottingham
(F/Nottingham)   
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