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Over the Moon

Happiness is the Moon

Which shines above our heads:

Every day - we catch a glimpse

Yet rarely - is it full.

When the moment arrives,

Bright light envelopes the grim shadows

That hide at every corner

Beauty - awe - cracks the heart

Of solemn souls

As they discover something worth living for.

A tingling warms the body,

Sparks flutter in the eyes,

Smiles split past sorrowful lips

When - at last - they feel alive.

When told so - dreams feel impossible Impossible when told and believed.

CW// gore, vivid descriptions Close your eyes, what do you see? I see a Madman staring at me.

Ah! Here, would you look at us! Two weirdos on the bus.

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