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Sep 2014
Luna is everything.
In the air we breathe
and the nighttime wind.
The stories we weave.
And the things we see.

Luna is everything.
She hangs innocently.
With sinister intentions.
What is it that we're seeing?
The Moon and what she's doing.
John
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John  28/M/New York
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