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Moon Wish - Nov. 8, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 8
  • 1 min read

you’ll think it’s just silly,

wishing for another moon

to keep this one company

 

except, you do know what

it’s like, I’m sure, pining for

someone at a distance

 

usually one-sided

and based on very thin

and long strings of affection

 

a barely acknowledged love for one

a crushing ache for the other

 

from what I see, the sun is just

one of a million things

to shine on

 

I bet you be moved to see

a pair of moons in the night sky,

in a slow spin around each other

 

and this time,

love would light their faces

 
 
 

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