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we used to laugh in silence
under a ripening sun
that scattered violets into the sky,
we'd ride on the winds
into the silver smile of the moon,
lost,
untethered,
and free from the world below

today, we wallow in the dearth of the stars,
drowning from the constraints
of the roots crudely nailed to our feet,
we reach for the moon's smile
and steal it for our own,
draining the sun of its honey,
all the while hoping to once again
sip on the nectar of life

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