A sunrise like no other is before me, but for some reason its color is the color of the moon.
My moon is shaped as a full crescent yet in the pupil of my eye from the corner of my brain I see the speckles of red and blue,
If I had noticed, if I had seen if only I had caught it before This never would've been.
But to start I have to end, to end this madness I have to find the the starting point.
Copyright © Cammil Meddley | Year Posted 2019
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