Dusty Moon

So many women you held close in whispered compacts

And you never gave a single one of them the moon

Some of us hand out the moon like cordials

Cross my threshold and I give you the moon

But not you

You hoard that ol’ moon

You keep the promise of promise alive till it dies of waiting

And then you howl at it

 

 

BigWhiteBlockMuthaFuckaz

 

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