The Unknown
The moon meets my eyes,
Stealing them; making me watch it, grow brighter.
Taking that moment from me,
As the stars burn through the sky.
I take in a deep breath as my head spins,
Not removing my eyes from the moon,
As if it holds all my answers.
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