A love, A life

How about you

Figure out how

You feel about it


The moon is passing

Full of itself

Not of it's own light

But rid of the dark

And that's enough


How about you

Figure out now

What you'll do with it


Gather up the flowers

Half way to

The door


You never guessed

Couldn't have

Either way it's how

It always would've been

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