Deb Moon

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These Lives We Live
5 months ago
We are marked from the day we are born in sharp blues and gentle pinks / branded with the hot rim of societies iron / On the subway a girl is yelled at by her father for being too loud and bossy while...
What Alone Is
5 months ago
I always thought love was meant for picket fences and lawns A place where residence is key and the key locks But I’ve had that love, found myself lost inside of it My mom always said, your nature is n...
The Way the Moon Bends
5 months ago
I watch the way the moon bends stretches around the earth shining in darkness with its tinged edges My life is stained with you You leave your mark in every one of my edges I will not be trapped in ti...