A little grey moon

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Silvery grey moon

Why do you rest so high in the darkened sky?

What is it you hide from up there?

Or do you even wish to hide at all?

Sometimes you're not even there

And then sometimes you're hidden by blankets of clouds

They all cover your shy face,

Your scar-riddled body,

Every bit of you hides, 

But why? 

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