Tuesday


Mini Moon Men.

The moon rises and my soul escapes my body.
Moon men carefully carry my body up.
The stars shine bright, while my eyes stay closed.
There is love in the air, I can smell it.
The moon seems brighter than before.
When I was a child, a man lived on the moon.
Shining brighter than life itself, I can breathe now.

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