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Jun 2018
The moon looks different now
It seems much brighter here
It sheds a clearer light
On the nights spent on the rooftop
I can finally see what I was hiding
The feeling words failed to describe

My fingers curled
Hands clutching a hard truth

A chord was struck
Cold air penetrating my lungs
And I feel like this might last forever
Part 3 of my series The Scarecrow. Follow me for more of my story!
Written by
Nathan Koehn
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