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A walk in the dark
down a closed street
smoke filled lungs
and air.
Full moon calls to him ...
Little boy played with
paper airplanes
dreaming one day
they would fly him
far, far away from here.
"To the moon!"
A cigarette on the balcony
the moon, full, yellow
clear tonight
beckoning.
Taking her away ...
Little girl looked at the bride
dancing for her.
Out her window
at the moon,
"Moon, will you be my flashlight
in this purple midnight?"
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down a closed street
smoke filled lungs
and air.
Full moon calls to him ...
Little boy played with
paper airplanes
dreaming one day
they would fly him
far, far away from here.
"To the moon!"
A cigarette on the balcony
the moon, full, yellow
clear tonight
beckoning.
Taking her away ...
Little girl looked at the bride
dancing for her.
Out her window
at the moon,
"Moon, will you be my flashlight
in this purple midnight?"
Do you like my poem? Or have any suggestions to make it even better?