53 - Moon

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The cerulean sky bids farewell,

When the moon rises back,

I wonder how it stays so silver,

When its dipped in a sky so black.

Like a spirit pure entwined in hate,

The moon resists the ebony space,

And if you remain awake tonight,

Just like you, you'll see the moon its misery fight.




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