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Tomorrow’s Blue Moon

If we were to

Cross paths

Before the

Blue moon

It would be

Far too soon,

This cold room

Is not as abominable

Now that you’ve

Flown away on

Your antiquated,

Half broken, lump

Sided broom,

Even though my

Mood changes along

With the phases of

The moon,

The inner retrograde

That lingers internally

Indicates that I’m better

Off without you

– Nick F. Hawkins

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