The full moon rises out my window.
Let this be the last one.
Let this be the brightest one I glare into.
I do not see what others see.
I only feel the full moon creep upon my self.
The full moon rises out my window.
I do not feel fear.
I do not feel anything.
I do not feel.
The full moon rises out my window.
Let it fill me.
Let it fill me with desire.
Desire that craves.
Desire that must.
Desire to stare back.
The full moon rises out my window.
Does this sight bring me comfort?
Does this sight bring me joy?
The full moon rises out my window.
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