for I was only grass

stepped on, mistreated, pooed on

however once in a blue moon

someone would understand

what I am going through

all the misfortunes and cruelties

we would laugh and enjoy the sky

someone would lie down

just to show that I wasn't all on my own

it made me Feel.

but that someone figured that

the moon was blue no more


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