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It took me all night to fix this moon See, I once thought night was a tricky thing I don't know how to put it It feels different in the day Like coherence slips with the rhythm of this sound A whispering demand of not to think now the world is in mute I gaze my body floating in the middle of the afternoon The moon I made is showing an unknown side And my only point of reference is burning my eyes The day was not supposed to act like that At times I am most unprepared for Demanding moons I've never made before So night comes, and I toss my moon around When the day arrives again, I'll be waiting in the ground
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
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It took me all night to fix this moon See, I once thought night was a tricky thing I don't know how to put it It feels different in the day Like coherence slips with the rhythm of this sound A whispering demand of not to think now the world is in mute I gaze my body floating in the middle of the afternoon The moon I made is showing an unknown side And my only point of reference is burning my eyes The day was not supposed to act like that At times I am most unprepared for Demanding moons I've never made before So night comes, and I toss my moon around When the day arrives again, I'll be waiting in the ground
Evimouts
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
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