Moon is sepia tonight. We all
look at the same moon, isn't that funny?
Everyone in the world shares it.
And I was sick,
but always in love with you.
I have liked you for a long time,
I sung evergreen to you.
The clouds covered the moon,
long streams like black cotton.
The sunset across London moved
you, I remember what you said -
I remember you told me about your
revelatory moment
on the beach with
A.
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