Why is there an unwritten obligation,
To love the moonlight everyday?
You mean you don’t care;
What life’s throwing at me,
I should always feel romantic about;
The white and blacks hues?
Mine are original feelings,
Not computer language,
Embedded in metal chips,
To emulate the default ones at all times.
I hate the moon today,
I want pitch black darkness,
That I won’t have to shut my eyes.
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