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I feel like a child of the moon and the stars. Every setting of all my daydreams Take place at night time. But my lust for the dark is not why I take my Mother's hand. I take hold of the moon as I was already there. The blackened mirror at the heart of my home. Its captivating me all over again. Every time. But the moon mother doesn't see me at first. Show me night sky, stars I'm ready. Mother, I am here.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
Mama lune
I feel like a child of the moon and the stars. Every setting of all my daydreams Take place at night time. But my lust for the dark is not why I take my Mother's hand. I take hold of the moon as I was already there. The blackened mirror at the heart of my home. Its captivating me all over again. Every time. But the moon mother doesn't see me at first. Show me night sky, stars I'm ready. Mother, I am here.
gaby-lemin
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
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