the moon is full

and i’d like to think
that this was
never the plan
but it came
to be

and i’m sure
you’d be ok
without me
here
today

the clouds
they are gone
stars sprinkle the
sky
with glittery
doses
of reality

but i think you’d
be ok
without
me.

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