Gin

Singapore

Not me

June 13, 2019

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I blame the moon 
for not aligning the stars 
I blame the sky 
for the Sun's burning rays 

The rays reflect off 
shining as bright as day 
Blinding me.
I curse it for my obscured vision 

The air around me 
suffocates - no: 
it kisses me lightly 
misty and dense 
I hate it! I blame it on 
everything 

Everything else. 
Because I wouldn't be irrational. 
Not me. 
Narrowed vision. 
That's not me. 
The heaviness in the air.
It's not me. 
The mist
They're not my tears. 

And I blame it all on the moon. 
Not me. 

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