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Moon Love

December 28, 2011

Being in love with the moon is tough business.

Dream-bitten, I give myself fevered headaches from my own obsessions. I wont be tethered to earth for too long. I yearn for her every night, and mourn each morning that brusquely empties out the sky.

Shakespeare knew what he was talking about when he called the sun garish. And vulgar.

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