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Saturday, November 12, 2011
Old #7
There’s a full moon tonight,
Drifting through the sky
like a sad ghost
gazing down on me
with soft, soft eyes
as though it understands.
It’s pathetic,
That the only person that I feel understands me,
Is the man on the moon.
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