I want a fuzzy moon
I want a fuzzy moon —
not picture-postcard perfect,
but wounded, wrapped in gauze,
waxing, waning,
cut into slivers,
like the shadows
that bore you.
I want a fuzzy moon —
not picture-postcard perfect,
but wounded, wrapped in gauze,
waxing, waning,
cut into slivers,
like the shadows
that bore you.
not picture-postcard perfect,
but wounded, wrapped in gauze,
waxing, waning,
cut into slivers,
like the shadows
that bore you.
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