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May 2019
her face hung low with the moon
waiting for a forever
but a forever was never soon

she crashed upon her sheets, unmade bed
unmade life
forever in her head

no light around, no moon beams so strong
how could she feel sure
when everything felt wrong?
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This piece is inspired by a friend of mine that's been searching for her light in the dark. May the moon shine bright just for her.
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
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