Oh you crazy moon. You broke my heart. What is there to say. How will I ever pull through. Contentment and home meant just you. Only words to a song. My old romantic self is calling. feelings tap on my shoulder letting me know it is still there. An Indian scarve tied over head for full battle. Scared the hell out of me, that I was losing a good friend. I lost many and much of myself; Who knows me now? I am covered up and unable to care in the same way. So my only hope is I can tranform and expand it to all...and live my true self on my true path. That is my only hope.
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