but still

 

i have run out of fantasies
the moon
the raven night
but the moon
so to speak
cries

 
honesty will be our undoing
i cannot be other than i am
but still
this

 
you have collected all my lullabies
the rounded cheeks
her squinted eyes
hung up in the day sky
like transparent lace
remind me

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Poet. Photographer. Writer. Goddess. View all posts by ky

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