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why am i an ugly moon. why am i an ugly moon. why am i? inhale a pound of smoke. choke. inhale a pound of smoke. bite away dead skin away bite, bite away dead skin. homeless mother homeless homeless i'm a homeless shrew. ugly ugly fucking ugly duckling i am an ugly moon. inhale a pound of cigarettes inhale a pound of ash. inhale to see the present day is nothing short of new. sunny sunny pedestrian, who are you and how do you do? i am the inhale pound for pound, i am the ugly moon. light and weight and light and weight could force me never to, yet still i choke and still i bite, for nothing compares to you. in love and tide. in peace and wide. i am the thoughtful shrew. homeless and witless and tired and pained, i am an ugly moon. the door is knocking knocking loud the door is open for you. but as i walk toward it and as i emplore it, it shuts at the sound of my shoe. two wasps in heat are stuck in between a pane and a mesh window box. i captured them there and they will have to stay there, for i am the most ugly of doom. inhale this hate inhale this fate inhale this dusky-like noon, hours will pass and i'll drink from my glass and become the outwitted black moon.