The voice in my head
Speaks to me in poetry
Composing lines
Pouring out my feelings
Only to be forgotten
I see out of a lens
As if holding a camera
Focused in on what I want
Cropping out the bad
Like it never happened
I cover my body in black
To look like the night
To hide in the shadows
But I am not freckled in stars
And I am no one’s moon
Evermore 
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