a blood moon
eats our skies
eats away the clouds
another face to the same star
eats away the anger
keeps still the pain
a blood moon
predicts
the end of an earth
with an earthquake
not a bang
not a whimper
not big or small
just a little shake
who said earth isn't allowed a dance
for her lover,
a heart-torn
blood moon.
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