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Breathless Moon

The progress of the moon

Creates my inner piece

My freedom that bleeds

Is the empirical part of me

I can see the universe

Within my eyes while closed

My journey is with the comets

Complimenting constitutional cosmos

Being on this voyage

Keeps me sane

Removed from ancient sorrows

I need the moon to breath

To escape until tomorrow

– Nick Hawkins

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