The Moon

The moon smiles. It’s smiling.

It isn’t. It just isn’t.

No, it hasn’t disappeared
or been left to disappear.

It isn’t in pain similar to mine.

It isn’t sad complying mine.

It just isn’t smiling.

I am watching it to get attached.

It’s watching me

always as an attachment.

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