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 Dec 2018 Xandra Lynch
Antonyme
Wake
 Dec 2018 Xandra Lynch
Antonyme
The night swiftly wafts through the window,
the darkness, opaque, though everything is there,
the soft glow of moonbeams from the heavens,
the clock ticking it's undying sound,
me in my bed pondering life's wonders,
the moon drifting each and every night.
Soon I am gone, everything is gone,
The Moon moves steadily on
something to think about

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