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Very sad poem about love

This is the moon

You picked up from heaven

And gave me one night

It keeps my hands warm

When you’re not around

What was that luscious dream

You’ve cherished in your trembling hands

And swallowed with bloody taste of the first beam of sun

And now you’re choking on air

You’ve taken too much in your lungs

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