I Look Up at The Moon

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I breathe in the cold air;
slowly feeling calmer as it
moves through my lungs.

I look up at the moon and
smile as it speaks in a
language filled with beauty
that I can't comprehend.

The world is blue with
a faint haze and the stars
slowly fading as the sun starts to rise.

I don't want to leave,
I want to stay,
This is my safe place.

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