Drowsy Moon

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Drowsy Moon

intoxicated by love
then, slapped cold sober..
memorizing
the foolish look on my face
lest, I drink so much again..

battles of the heart
are
the cruelest ones…
the loser
never gets to die..

there’s a drowsy moon tonight
just the solitude I need
as I relive
this sacred war…

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