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Jun 2014
I stare through the empty, unforgiving black of the dark skies
I've been isolated from the world of true lies

It is ghostly as the thought of love
Yet, as beautiful as a soaring dove

As confusing as why I am alone
As blinding as light that is shone

I've been left alone on the moon
I hope they'll come back soon
My English teacher said she liked this.
Abigail de Jesus
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Abigail de Jesus  Canada
(Canada)   
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