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Aug 5
I sit at my window each dark fall and whisper
to the bright orb filling my vision.
I ask the moon to keep my secrets safe and I assure him
that it is the right decision.
The moon is my confidant;
I swim in his debt
as he hasn’t broken a promise,
not ever, not yet.
Alicia Moore
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Alicia Moore  18/F/Ireland
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