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The Moon Tattoo

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Dressed in moonbeams and inadequate hopes of life

She steps out

Her smudged kohl, stolen from the darkest clouds, lines her eyes

With the agony of the unfulfilled promises

They had named her desire, as a child

Of which she had none left, all she had in her were

An inferno of broken glorious pieces of her beliefs

Her madness was her sworn in loyalty to the magnificent moon

Who she had given her heart to

As a fifteen year old, underneath the big banyan tree

On a clear cloudless night

Before they had stripped her of her childhood and turned her into a woman

But no, tonight, she is not going to think of that

Tonight she will sink in to the pleasures of

The night turning into dawn

The moon turning into an illusion

The moonbeams turning into her skin

Tonight she will sip every drop of falling dreams

From the sky above

Tonight she pays the moon back for her lunacy

With her magic, taken from her blood

And tattooed into her soul



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