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"Lunacy" - Poetry Group

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Ever shall my heart be bound to he who calls, in mournful howl, to the moon at night. In that simple call I hear my reason, my hope. Bound as such, by my own willing hand, I follow in endless devotion. Unable am I to break these chains I forged and unwilling to seek a better salvation. Sweet tears come at night to wash away the day's trials and prepare myself for the next days fruitless hunt.


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Lunacy is very powerful and soul destroying, however hope is the balancing model within this piece of writing.


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