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Jul 2021
I Know how the moon feels.

Used to reflect the haughty brilliance

of a star too arrogant to close

his eye to the night sky.

Does the sun not see the frozen

tears that stain her face?

I often wish to be cold and empty, too.

To pass- silent and unnoticed through

my own dark expanse.

To keep my thoughts,

my secrets,

my tears behind the black.

Yes! I know how the moon feels.
Written by
Nathan A Brock  34/M/Behind you
(34/M/Behind you)   
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