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Dec 2010
I am staring at the moon.
Like i am going to touch it very soon.
This ancient silver light has been shining on us for ages.
Reflected on our faces.

O Mystic Moon come take me away.
Let me merge with your light.
Let me extract your ancient rays.
Never fall out of my sight.
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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   Katrina Kovach
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