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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,