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I looked up to the moon
She spoke of a tale.
Of a man, his burden, and a fight
To repair a broken back.

When his story remained untold
To his last breath

After weakness hit him to death.

The last resort
A house of cards

I refuse to slam the door
On a moon,a lost man, and to me the added number

As i shall cry out her message
Wide eyes ready to see.

— The End —