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New moon



I've endlessly searched for dreams. Night after night. Sleepless between these crumbling walls. I've hunted the moon with my eyes. Watching it wane as if taunting our memory. In the afterglow of our love I have become lost. Now as the moon is new, I know I have failed.

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