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Walking on
The Moon
Walking through the desert once
My back turned from the rosy
Pink purpled sunset
The moon rose in front of me.
Just a step away, every step.
Miles and miles wide
Both sides of it stretched
A wall for the desert floor.
I walked right up to the moon
When I grabbed hold I did not let go
I pulled myself up and looked down
Upon my sleeping world.
I rode with the moon
Across the sky and into the morning.
There. On the otherside of the Earth
I climbed down.
Disappointed.
I was still me and the world still stung.
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