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There is no other mystery, than the mystery of oneself, relinquishing all hope to that of guilt.

It’s dark, eerie
gusts of wind pass by me
sky’s clear, stars shine bright
the trees, creaking in the night
the orange crescent moon speaks to me
peering, above the trees.

Categories: Poetry
Tags: #Life

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