White moon

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2014-10-31 17.09.01

 White moonI’m paper thin torn by yourimaginings. Frosted morningtrees bend crack beneath weightof iced water. White moonI’m paper thin struggling toannunciate my freedom. All those thingsyou were to me will melt to nothingby mid-morning. White moonI’m paper thin touch me &I’ll disappear like love did.  

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