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Loving the Moon 

Michaela Charbonneau 

Contributor 


I can never stop writing about the moon.

But he’s my friend.

He shines orange with the warmth of my heart

And blue when I tell him that I am once again

falling apart

 

I can never stop writing to the moon.

She’s silent when she reads

And I know I have done a good deed

When we sing each other to sleep.

 

I must stop writing about the moon.

We are not friends.

They shine for everyone’s hearts,

Not just mine.

You see, it’s very one-sided.

I love them

But they cannot only love me. 


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