my heart is like the moon
with craters on its surface
from people I thought true,
their hurts that have resurfaced
•
my hands are like the moon
with crescents on my palms
from fleeting anxious moments
Infinites without calm
•
my mind is like the moon
with crater-like memories
that I hope would give variations
past previous yesterdays.
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and I am like the moon
with crescent eyes
when I finally smile
from brightened skies.
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05.01.23
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
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