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The night was sallow, shrieking out of our sorrow. The moon saw us collide: we were trapped in our pride. The moon did not consent when she lulled us to sleep. While we were fast asleep, she wept to our vast dissent.
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
The Moon and The Men
The night was sallow, shrieking out of our sorrow. The moon saw us collide: we were trapped in our pride. The moon did not consent when she lulled us to sleep. While we were fast asleep, she wept to our vast dissent.
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nkidung
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
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