The moon shows her face
When the sun shines,
A rule breaker who calls
In the tides,
That curvy goddess
Brings her whole self to us
In every phase of dark and light.
We ignore whatever she naturally hides,
Embrace only what we see,
In spite of how whole we wish to be.
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