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The moon looks like an onion Hanging in the sky The stars are like pinholes in fabric Through which shines a light The trees, they look like withered hands Along the dark horizon Water seems obsidian I’ll wait ‘til the sun comes again
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
The Night
The moon looks like an onion Hanging in the sky The stars are like pinholes in fabric Through which shines a light The trees, they look like withered hands Along the dark horizon Water seems obsidian I’ll wait ‘til the sun comes again
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Lycarael
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Lycarael
30/Boulder, CO
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
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