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White moon

I’m paper thin

 

torn by your

imaginings.

 

Frosted morning

trees bend

 

crack beneath weight

of iced water.

 

White moon

I’m paper thin

 

struggling to

annunciate

 

my freedom.

 

All those things

you were to me

 

will melt to nothing

by mid-morning.

 

White moon

I’m paper thin

 

touch me &

I’ll disappear

 

like love did.