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That start

A sunrise like no other is before me, but for some reason its color is the color of the moon. My moon is shaped as a full crescent yet in the pupil of my eye from the corner of my brain I see the speckles of red and blue, If I had noticed, if I had seen if only I had caught it before This never would've been. But to start I have to end, to end this madness I have to find the the starting point.

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Date: 3/23/2019 9:17:00 PM
It is interesting how poets and artists want things to make sense, when they rarely do. But we do have that special something, and it is apparent in this lovely poem,my friend that you do.
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