To be the moon is what he wanted me to be.
round serene
A face hovering
over
the
cradle
at night
but when he became my sun,
his heat burnt my sky.
Be The Moon
Hermione Byron
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To be the moon is what he wanted me to be.
round serene
A face hovering
over
the
cradle
at night
but when he became my sun,
his heat burnt my sky.
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