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cooper790 is new to Captain Cynic and has less than 15 posts. New members have certain restrictions and must fill in CAPTCHAs to use various parts of the site.
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Recycled Night |
The moon shrinks, the moon grows, The city dies and the young girl knows; Amidst the wood wild with life The girl wept, a heart blackened and strife. And the moon shrinks, the moon grows. The city shrouded with darkness on the roofs and walls. But the girl, the girl falls. The bright yellow ball, a gleam of light Attempts comfort but amplifies the depressing night. And the moon shrinks, the moon grows. Midnight arrives; the bells toll with life Weak and ill the girl reaches for a knife. The sun rises, the arrival of dawn, But the young girls breath has long been gone. And the moon shrinks, the moon grows.
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