the moon's light*

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Death have you finally come for me? Will you finally take me away from life's ugly lies and give me your sweet truths? Or will you abandon me too? Will you leave me here to rot in the scorching sun, or will you give me the sweet release of the moon's beautiful light? How long will I have to wait? A year? Two? Will I have to grow old before I die or will you let me die young in the shade of your tree with the moon shining down on me

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