Moon child

the dead star
(that I can see)
whose light shines without rays,
it doesn’t know me

yet stares at my glory
as if it knows
the reason behind my ways
as if it knows my story.

it darkens your world
but brings mine light
you tan your skin
and I bathe in moonlight

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