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the moon

no one ever thinks about the moon

how it must feel staring down at the earth

watching us love and fuck and destroy each other

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if the moon could talk

i think it would say

when the carrion picks the carcass clean

the blood that drips from his beak is always red

◄ snowflake 3

anhedonia ►

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