Moon
Trying to find my
solace in the moon of the
Fall for I lack the
lunar halo and
the velveteen, onyx shade
of yours. I wish to
be the one who at
once will make you whole, but you
are still concealing;
still hiding thyself
away behind a moonbeam
smile like a helpless
umbra does in the
sheltering embrace of the
dazzling paraselene.
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