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by Martyr Laguna Dec 24, 2015 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I am trying to be kind I am dying to be found I didn't know your brightness would destroy my sight I didn't know my heart was so loud And The Moon, The Moon, she breathes. The Moon, The Moon, they're teaching me. I can see where you'll go. I can see where you've been. Gaze upon my crystal eyes, and listen to the shrieks of the wind. The Moon, the stars, they shine. I wish none of us would ever die