Luna hid her face from me and dragonflies came from her ears I was touched and longing for her face again. The next star I see will be a comfort the next owl that comes will be my friend the next death I face will burn her eyes down through my soul and I will remember-- I will always remember-- that Luna hid her face from me.
Reason for writing:
I speak to Luna often. She is my favorite muse.
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