And if the moon never took its place in the night sky, if we laid amongst the darkness; walking next to the lost souls, whispers of white noise traveling through the air. Faces turned and twisted, the dark parts of us lingering close to the lights that never went out.
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
