This is the moon
You picked up from heaven
And gave me one night
It keeps my hands warm
When you’re not around
Very sad poem about love
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Claustrophobia (a poem)
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
