While The Moon Cries

while the moon cries
and it spills its guts
It’s delicate arms sour and bleed
To the point of defeat
The sun takes it home
And holds it to its breasts
By the shore
Where they both carry regrets

When days become hours
They sink into the belly of night
Hungry for death
Thirsty for a sea of dreams

Yesterday becomes today
And today the same as the day before
So tomorrows yesterday lingers around
And meets them at the shore

So the moon
While the suns
The same
as before.

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