I've managed to avoid
All the hassle and hurt
And the curt belongings
Of shame and ignorance
I should be carrying
On slanted shoulders.
But I waver,
Knowingly,
(Despite the warnings)
And I push right through
My determined seams,
'Til the inside of my desire
Is right-side up again...
A moonlight serenade for me
Would be divine-
If only the right moon
Were mine.
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