The moon's silver sliver reached out and cut me
Blood, purple, fell from my moon sharpened shoulder
It left itself there
My skin, a violet reminder
Of what was now inside me
My once pure silver body
Shined back at the moon
Betraying me
Inviting it in again
"come sharpen your scythe"
and make me yours
take me with you
for I am yours
use me again
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