moon makes me cry
2025-07-03
we always talk, moon and i
never in prayer, always face to face
well i guess one could call searching something in its absence prayer
i would
i see its many faces
all prettier than others
i see its many phases
all prettier than others
i can see what obscures the entirety of it when i look at it
i can see earth back
i’ve no idea what i’m talking about
well i’m talking about the moon!
i’m just talking about the moon
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