A slow waning moon
Losing shape and light
Not attracting the sea now
Shushed by endless whispers
Worry lines etched all over
A moth eaten frayed arc
Among dark fearful clouds
Falling down the dark abyss
Losing shape and light
Not attracting the sea now
Shushed by endless whispers
Worry lines etched all over
A moth eaten frayed arc
Among dark fearful clouds
Falling down the dark abyss
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