Lunar Isolation

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A thousand dreams

Would be worth the sleep

To wake up next to the moon


All alone

Farther away from it all

And I'll never see you, too


Among the night sky,

I can't hear your lies,

I'll be leaving soon.


I go the extra mile,

To flee those cold, bathroom tiles

Where there was never room

For me. 

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