the moon's seeping through certain curtains and there you were
in the chair by the window, staring at your reflection, staring back at you
sitting in the blue light, what you really look like
the house is sleeping you are weeping for the moon and for yourself
and i walk out of the house and into the yard, thinking to myself,
"i miss the mist that covered me, the cloudy coffin that buried me in sleep"
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