Cold like ice
Hard like the moon
Reflecting with powder
Life not shown
The core is solid
Something I cannot change
Keep gazing at its reflection
The darkness will take its rise with flame
But my stubborn desires are fixed
Behind closed doors I scheme
For a chance to alter
Life’s intended bondage clean
But the illumination keeps coming
On even the darkest nights
The sun shines through my imperfection
And glows with lunar light
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