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The Moon People |
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The Moon People |
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Cool silvery moon conceals us makes a glint in the shadows It is our fear in the shadows the rustle of eerie winds in the trees the darkness all around the silvery glow of a circle in the sky. that shows they are us. they are our fears they consume our hate they become strong in the night we are two pieces in the night the weak feelers too afraid to know ourselves too afraid to stand, to feel, to do. and the strong haters bathed in moonlight under fearfully covered stars slinking through the bush, they are the moon people. |
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