Nov 2020
we are in debt to
the stars
each one carved
with our
initials
sighing our name
out to the
sky
we are children of
the moon
ever chasing its
craters
across an endless
sphere of
silver
the stars
each one carved
with our
initials
sighing our name
out to the
sky
we are children of
the moon
ever chasing its
craters
across an endless
sphere of
silver
(F/UK)
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