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[bangvsboom]

every night when the sun went down in the town where we live, the empty streets were lit up by reflected light from a distant sun bouncing off a glowing ball of rock. we just lied on the roof and watched the moon. the moon! the blue light of the moon. we didn't talk and silently we both felt powerful. like the moon, my chest was full because we both knew we're just floating in space over molten rock and we felt safe and discovered that our skin is soft. there's nothing left except certain death and that was comforting out under the moon.

i went out last night to forget that. i went out and stared it down but the moon just stared back at me and in it's light i saw my two feet on the ground.

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