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Sep 2016
The moon.
She beckons the lonely,
and weeps for souls
that can hear her calls.
Her crystal moonlight
pollutes the starry night sky.
She is so beautiful.
It must be torture
for the sun.
To only glimpse her
before he sinks
far below the horizon.
Hannah
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Hannah  22/F/Nomad
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