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10:49

the sky splits in two

to reveal half a moon

and i wonder

do you see only half of me?

for i

am an imposter of a reflection

who i once was

and who i am

cannot faithfully intermingle

when i know not either one

i plaster tiles

over the cracks of my soul

so no one can see right through me

when your divine

discovers my microscopic

tell me

will you still love me

over who you thought i was?

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