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the sister, fairy, goddess.

where do unfinished dreams fly

when we sleep at night?

but to the orb of deep silver

where in every crater

nightmares return and

fantasies fizzle

the moon, they whispered, the moon.

where do broken hearts go

if they need a place to hide?

but to the spherical mirror

shattered in pieces, yet

pieced up by a gravitational force

so strong

the moon, they declared, the moon.

where does forgotten happiness hide

from the scowling sun and sulking stars?

but on the lone discoball

at its own party

basking in solidarity

wandering companionless

the moon, they exclaimed, the moon.

the crescent, lunar, celestial.

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picture credit: Tony Detroit