Launchorasince 2014
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Moonlight

There's something about the moonlight

that I don't want to hurl it back to space;

it is the only one that hears me cry

when no one tries to wipe my tears;

it is the only one that stays with me

when I want to have a somber drink;

it is the only one that touches my wounds

when everyone refuses to heal them.