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Crying for the moon
I close my eyes
and take a breath
overtaken by the wind
concealed by its twirling grip.
Overseeing the landscape
from the edge of the bridge.
Snow whirling from the sky
until they crash against the ground.
Imagining you
Feeling your hands on my shoulders
taking every tear away
taking my breath away
With the knowledge that
everything is a lie
I’m letting go of my imagination
‘cause your touch makes me bleed.
After all, we all cry for the moon.
Staring in the air,
overseeing the landscape,
sighted by the play called nature
I breath
I breath
I breath
...
no more