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Apr 2019
The wind playing with the leaves in the clear moonlight
All the souls at rest, dreaming of better days
No one here to lie and play with me

The night calls to me like my oldest friend
A silent understanding that my words
Stay hidden in the moonlight
Written by
Mantha MW  19/F/Missouri
(19/F/Missouri)   
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