Will make a wish come true
Rainy days that don't leave
a bloom.
Tired, cold, restless hearts
muffled behind talks
that end the loneliness
found in the evening's cold
glimmering beam.
What feels like the moon's
longer cycle ends with
the new moon forgotten.
Cold fueling yelling.
Don't move.
Don't feel.
Don't listen.
Don't look.
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