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Poetry Beatnik Sister Moon

My sister high
Orange in the night
Crescent moon
Harvest moon
She was always
The lucky one
Leaving me to lurk
Amoung mortals
Leaving me to live
A mortal life
What can I have done
To be so reastrain'd
In mortality
Whilst my sister,
My soulmate,
Is so free in the night sky?
I am left behind
A mortal
To live my mortal life
To think my mortal thoughts
Whilst my soul
Runs wild
With my sister
The moon


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