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The name. You were my flesh, my bones. Forgive

I wanted to see you― in leap of night,

What was that in your eyes, which still haunts me in

With a hushed tone the shadow of the full moon

Hurting yourself, You won't say anything about

Why am I so sad? I asked the waning moon.

Like a dwarf planet, you follow me in distant

Nobody was bigger than your destination, you

I can only offer you small things― like a coma,

Today you were not you, sitting in your