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Is the moon dead or is she alive or is she, said moon, really a man and does he have hands and does she have teeth and do they wonder as they look down what kind of star I am if I am even a star at all perhaps I am a meteoroid I seem to be small enough or perhaps I am a comet pale, cold, and ***** constantly shying away from the sun leftover from the beginning of time ~ ~ ~ Dear Cascabelera, I am writing to you because I've grown lazy in my heart less patient in my mind and my eyes, wide and salty as the sea, foam with fear of depths As you stand there, brilliant and luminous in all your ways I lay here faithfully underneath you as I have for the past twenty-one years there is no greater devotion than ours, I know Yet as I lay here, still, underneath your gloaming with nothing to feel and no one to hold but my sadness I cannot help but wonder are you dead are you alive are you here by choice have you any tears to cry? Cascabelera, I want to embrace you sweetly in the early morning lunita, lunera I want you to lay with me in the dark
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
the quiet front
Is the moon dead or is she alive or is she, said moon, really a man and does he have hands and does she have teeth and do they wonder as they look down what kind of star I am if I am even a star at all perhaps I am a meteoroid I seem to be small enough or perhaps I am a comet pale, cold, and ***** constantly shying away from the sun leftover from the beginning of time ~ ~ ~ Dear Cascabelera, I am writing to you because I've grown lazy in my heart less patient in my mind and my eyes, wide and salty as the sea, foam with fear of depths As you stand there, brilliant and luminous in all your ways I lay here faithfully underneath you as I have for the past twenty-one years there is no greater devotion than ours, I know Yet as I lay here, still, underneath your gloaming with nothing to feel and no one to hold but my sadness I cannot help but wonder are you dead are you alive are you here by choice have you any tears to cry? Cascabelera, I want to embrace you sweetly in the early morning lunita, lunera I want you to lay with me in the dark
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
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