Notice of absence from Josy
I come here once in a blue moon don't expect there to be much
I come here once in a blue moon don't expect there to be much
The end, they say, is always a beginning, too
The growth, as black is the absence of light
-But on paper absence mourns in white-
That still means nothing when death wants you
Much can be done, with a matchbox and knife:
Cut out your worries - just do what's right
Find all your fears - turn them to light;
Who is to blame, if you took your life?
And the moon never shines on it's own
They call it love, hostile dependency, far from the norm -
Then it's no surprise, that I have always been wrong?
Am I changing to disappear or grow?
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Author:
Birne Moi (Pseudonym) (
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