soiled
The moon is rising
the moon a beautiful red hue
red like the blood on our hands
the sky dark all around
dark like our shattered hearts
The reflection of my face
the look of fear and hate
The wanting of trust and love
my tears on my face
my tears that taste of the sea
The moon is high above our heads
The moon reflected in the water
the clear water so pure
Pure like a child
a child that will someday be soiled
soiled by the hands of time
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