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Jul 2018
The moon looks like an onion
Hanging in the sky
The stars are like pinholes in fabric
Through which shines a light
The trees, they look like withered hands
Along the dark horizon
Water seems obsidian
I’ll wait β€˜til the sun comes again
Alex
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Alex  24/Gender Fluid/Boulder, CO
(24/Gender Fluid/Boulder, CO)   
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   George Greenbaum
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