Yin I
I am a white moon
cold, suspended in black
dreaming of the dawn.
There are sad stories
hidden in my bones, my blood
now, will you listen?
Yin II
I'm all
off-balance, out of sync
the cold moon side of me taking over
I'm so
incomplete, empty-handed
my feet stepping just out of rhythm
It's very
dangerous, peculiar
how dark, how dizzying the world is
when you are gone
I'm afraid
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