I believed you were my moon,
that you’d spend every single night with me
for the rest of my fleeting existence,
that your light would gently caress my cheek
wipe away my sorrow,
that you'd make my skin gleam
while you engulfed my sleeping figure
it turns out I was just nightdreaming
spending my nights with the remaining light
of an already bursted star
and i don't know why
I still leave the windows open at night
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