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Full Moon


Floating above our heads being Utterly eery and mysterious. Lighting our paths in the darkness providing the Lost a glimpse of hope. Moving us to question our existence, Our own meaning of life. Object in the sky Never stop inspiring us.
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ohgoosebumps
I was inspired to write this poem on those nights when you just want hope for any difficulty you are going through.

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