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Manic Moon
In dimming thoughts, alone,
She tries to change a path,
But a little story of insanity‐
Crashes heavy, up‐ on a brittle back.
With every broken bone,
She rises, still, the same,
Believing pre numbered, tricky parts—
Something a phasing brain can change.
She plucked a lightless star,
Confused for the sun in the darkest room,
Painting again, with pining shine—
Swallowing a manic moon.
© shessorrowmanic
She tries to change a path,
But a little story of insanity‐
Crashes heavy, up‐ on a brittle back.
With every broken bone,
She rises, still, the same,
Believing pre numbered, tricky parts—
Something a phasing brain can change.
She plucked a lightless star,
Confused for the sun in the darkest room,
Painting again, with pining shine—
Swallowing a manic moon.
© shessorrowmanic
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