The moon
remains even
when my eyes are stillborn
and everything beautiful seems
like some kind of mirage
or a cruel trick
of God.
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eating the moon
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MY EYES ARE STILLBORN
The moon
remains even
when my eyes are stillborn
and everything beautiful seems
like some kind of mirage
or a cruel trick
of God.
