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  Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Hannah Carine
There is a knock on my door at 2:00 am
I know who it is, an old friend that always shows up at my door
He knows I don't want to talk, but he walks in anyway
For every night at this time, he asks me a question
"whats worse, dying from hydration or drowning?"
  Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Bunhead17
The dark side of the moon looks like an abandoned child...

Craters and dust, left alone in the wild.

The dark side of the moon looks like
a single mother with bruises on her face...

*And a motherless child
lost out in space.
Copyright 2015
Short poem. If this poem trends then we'll make a part two.
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
A shadow always follows you, just like your past.
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
I let go of your hand,
And opened my eyes...
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