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Feb 2020
The moon shines so brightly,
Sometimes I find myself
Looking at its beauty,
And stabbed through the heart.
An unexplainably ominous existence,
And an unrivaled luminescence.
My heartstrings tugged so far,
That they snapped into shreds.
The moon is beautiful in its own way.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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