Lunar Mooning
that lunar night
glowed until it stopped mooning
so then the day starts sad
I looked at myself in the mirror
and it wasn't even me
sometimes I start by accident
to peel paint off a surface
it's a strange obsession
an agony
and only stops
when you ruin the wall forever
or the mobile
the skin
the soul
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