Camilla Manda Vee
Moon And Goodbye - Poem by Camilla Manda Vee
the rude, rude moon.
she spied on us
as we said our
a definate beging of the end.
the death of my gate keeper
how will the bengali, white as snow but not as pure,
with nothing left but
to shed my tears?
now i know my place.
yes sir, now i know.
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