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The Making of the Moon
The moon is more than rock to me
Its a teacher whom teaches
The moon is bright, but seems dim compared to the sun
Obviously that means nothing to me
The moon is more than rock to me
It sings to me in another language
A language worth listening to
No la's and no oh's, just pure breathing
The moon is more than rock to me
The moon was to collide
Its pure beautiful heart should collide with mine
poem
by
Chatara Conway
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