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Bitterness Grows

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bitterness loneliness moon poem

A poem about the moon. About how it watches couples from below, but can never interact with anyone. 
Interpret it anyway you want. 
To me, it represents my want for love, but never having to yet find it. To me it means watching my friends all happy with there lovers, but me standing on the side, alone.All Rights Reserved

bitterness loneliness moon poem

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