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It felt like I was betraying the moon.

For I stood right beneath,

Looking up to it’s graciousness,

Cancer stick at hand,

Forgetting that the previous night, I looked up to its beauty and made a vow.

Thus I felt like an infidel,

For the night, the moon, and the stars felt like part of me,

And there I was, once again, betraying the core part of me.

Even so, I knew the moon would always come out for me,

For thou, I was it’s child.

Next to its fullness, so closely spread that marvelous Constellation that always reminded me of him,

Seven beautiful stars reminding me how it all started,

My father!


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