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Sep 2017
As the sun rises
Engulfing the land
Enveloping all in its premises
Shedding its light upon all who stand

But there's still something
Present at day's forenoon
That's there lingering
Overlooking the skies is the moon

Even as the sky is lit
The moon isn't fazed
Like light at the end of a pit
It is always there, not outgazed

Unless forced or shaded
It is always strong-willed
Never fully distorted or completely faded
The moon, it is titled

Leading us to the ends of the earth
Always there for us
At night's birth
And through the day just as marvelous

You're there with me before noon
You're living with me through noon  
You're pushing through with me after noon  
You are my lingering moon
Need help...  with titling this.
I also wish that I could've done better with this poem. I am trying to get better... But I feel like I am stuck.
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Kaylee  Lost... somewhere
(Lost... somewhere)   
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       Kaylee, pearlianne, Cam, --- and Mystic904
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