The Man and the Moon
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(A poem I wrote inspired by looking at the moon. It's very dreamlike, and I'm even not sure what the meaning is myself, but I hope you all enjoy it.)
A man gazes at the the moon one night, a beautiful lady among the ocean of stars. Although in love, he is insecure of something within himself. She thinks otherwise.
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