I walked the night
Searching her home
For a place
Devoid of her
Where I could weep.
Even she did not own the moon
Though she had somehow
Purchased you
And I wept to my Luna
As I had, once, in longing for you.
Under the purity of her light
I was allowed to cry
In abject everything
Learning that forever
Was only meant for me.
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