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i am the new moon throwing you off course

my heart is as big as the moon, is
as rare and true as it's fullness the
moon is not made of cheese, no, but
my heart is, eaten at night when i am
asleep, by the naked mouths of mice
that live in the rafters of my home. i
don't blaspheme them with the chase
of a broom they are systematically
bringing me closer to a death i need.
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