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Nov 2011
The sweat still drips as my body slowly stops.
The air brings sudden chills and the sky is suddenly black.
Wishing to be alone with the yellow moon,
I turn in a circle, sweeping a glance,
searching for anyone, but anyone's vanished.

I once more spin around, soothing my nerves.
Safety is sure.
I can do what I want
as only one will watch what I do.
Here is the yellow moon,
daring me to be wild and free.
To dance for him, to leap for him,
To follow him always.
And so I do.
I follow the moon until morning.

Goodnight,
I'll say hello to the sun
Abby Sanderson
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