The moon and the stars
They scream in a way which
words couldn't explain,
gracing his existence in
some ways most couldn't get.
He thinks if they were aware, they'd drop
what of all they bestowed on him,
or maybe, in all reality, they wouldn't.
The story'd be so different, if they knew.
Diary by Anly Stede
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Written on 2015-09-26 at 07:14
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