Sometimes the moon shines,
when it's late into the night,
with the stars, a guide.
when it's late into the night,
with the stars, a guide.
Loss is weird,
It twist and churns
Rippling the current
that is my reality.
For a while,
I was so fine,
I was okay with
The cards I was dealt.
I accepted what was—
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