The night is empty
You say it’s ok
But it’s not, I know
How can emptiness ever be ok?
Look at me, just now
You’ll understand soon
That I wait for the Moon
And hope for the snow
Give me my light
Without it I’m barren
It’s not ok! I know
How can emptiness ever be ok?
-August 10,2008
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