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*The crescent moon be my perch.         A bough from which I extend my arm. Careful fingers grasp my brush... And with it I shall fill the void with the universe.                                The crescent moon be my hammock. Upon which I lean fully into, to seek restful recluse.               Should my body start to buckle...         From the heavy hopes of wistful eyes.    The crescent moon be my anchor. From which I draw                 my inspiration and strength.                    She would cradle and sway me gentle...       When wilting hearts spill unto me the callous wiles of the world.     The crescent moon be my well.         A fount through which my palette         remains full with an                                  abundant array of silvery white.         Just so...                                  I could conjure for others,        what their hearts so desire. Just so...                       I could grant them                     needed solace and tranquillity. Just so...                                            I could infinitely paint for them the stars...*
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
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*The crescent moon be my perch.         A bough from which I extend my arm. Careful fingers grasp my brush... And with it I shall fill the void with the universe.                                The crescent moon be my hammock. Upon which I lean fully into, to seek restful recluse.               Should my body start to buckle...         From the heavy hopes of wistful eyes.    The crescent moon be my anchor. From which I draw                 my inspiration and strength.                    She would cradle and sway me gentle...       When wilting hearts spill unto me the callous wiles of the world.     The crescent moon be my well.         A fount through which my palette         remains full with an                                  abundant array of silvery white.         Just so...                                  I could conjure for others,        what their hearts so desire. Just so...                       I could grant them                     needed solace and tranquillity. Just so...                                            I could infinitely paint for them the stars...*
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
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