Half Moon

The moon slashed itself in half hoping that it’s appearance would rupture fate. But it would take more than the elements to convert life to a slave. She sits there waiting to see how her handiwork pans out like a divinely planned dinner. Whatever it may be, we shall consume what was prepared only for you and I.



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