Almost full
The moon!
With it's beautiful flaws
Shining in it's womb.
The gold it spreads gently
All over it.
Even around.
Like a glass of whiskey
Filled till brim.
Feels good tonight
Strangely free
So so light.
Lot of work
Healthy smile.
I look at the moon
Ready to confine
My all
Into it.
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