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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.


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