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Apr 2018
The only thing to sing to me
Was the moon
In the middle of the night
When I would look up
And stare
At my bedroom ceiling
Thinking about nothing
And everything...
All at once
The memories flood in and out
Through my ears
The gentle blow of the wind
Is my calling
So I open the window...
And step outside
Because by the light of the moon
I will make my great escape
Written by
Alex  19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula
(19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula)   
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   Riddhima
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