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Aug 2014
I lost sight of the moon for what seemed like a second and it was gone.
Turns out I hadn't seen that face for months.
That somehow made it a little easier to sleep that night.
Knowing it was gone before I knew it.
A crutch is a crutch but it kept me moving the best I could.
Written by
Elliott Crass
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   --- and Joseph Schneider
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