As the skies;
declare the
moon has
risen from it’s sleep.

The way that
it’ll die.
oh, the betray
of a little lie.

Come as we
were gone. Couldn’t
have for longed.

My dreams
are filled
by  trauma
and drama.

As they are
befuddled by
being hurt.

where you
haven’t longed
to stay in
the dark.

The owls, and
wolves have
howled and
woke up the spirit.

The crescent moon
has begun to disappear
in the sky.
As the full moon approaches.

This is where it
belongs. The
shameful admiration
of the dark shaped moon.

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