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Sep 2023
You used to call me your "moon"
And you were the center of my universe
My beloved, my Sun...
But little did I knew
Your sky had more than one moon...

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*******, B
Do you remember the Sun I used to hang on my window?
It was the symbolic You for me...
It made me feel you were always near
Always by my side..
And whenever I got mad,
I used to take it off my window..
And how much that would bother you!!!!
You would frown and then get a little sad
A little more sad ..
And it would take me that much to put it back again...
But now that you're gone, I have kept it aside
Though of disposing it a lot
I haven't had the courage to do it just yet
The sad thing is you are trying so hard to distort what was ours
And make it new
Look at that windchime hanging on your window
It has the sun , it has the moon
But no I know that the moon is not me anymore
Written by
Noone  27/F
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