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// Poem for Luna (or Prelude) 
// Story: Poems for Luna 
// by alafoel 
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I couldn’t believe
that You were right there,
right in front of Me.
Legs scattered,
sibilance protracted between
hooves and shined floor.

Staring now,
in flesh,
not my puppeteered strings
nor my foreign rocks,
staring, quivering mass,
set there in moonlight like it
belonged to you:
beautiful and silken,
soft with tears,
impossibly kempt,
audibly distressed
living here as this
gum of past and future,
robbed wholly of Your present:
You in front of Me.

but through it all
You had the
the gall
to look up to Me

and apologise.

Or maybe You just never had the choice.