The Moon by M.C.

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I reach for the moon,

Knowing I'll be there soon.

The stars are my stairs,

Made up of sad tears,

I felt safe 


The sky isn't unsafe,

It's my home,

 A place I can roam.

The galaxy sings a song,


That is true and strong.

I feel alive,

Knowing I'll thrive,

I reach for the moon, 

Knowing I will be there soon. 


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