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Aug 6
my eyes open,
the dark night fills my vision,
the moon stares at me
with a smirk on her face
to see if i will make
any form of movement.
i do not.

dead flowers surround me,
they smell of rotten flesh,
but it calms me
and allows me
to forget the
sadness
in my beating heart.

the moon laughs at me
because i am alone
in these wilted flowers,
but i enjoy being alone
and i am always alone
and will be alone
forever,
just like the moon
i tried uploading on my phone and it was not working which is why i havent posted! sorry to keep everyone waiting!! this is a longer poem but i really like it :)
Megan Joseph
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Megan Joseph  17/F
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