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Opening
20 years have past,
always looking at this moon with no life,
not as bright as when I was alive,
I sit there frozen,
pressure by this ruff surrounding,
a place with no light,
a place with no air,
a place where only death is presence,
after all this time I realized the truth,
the only site of life in this place
where I am at is the life of the trees,
life of night creatures who seem to feed out of me,
I realized one thing
all this time I have been tricked,
that is not the moon I have always seen,
but the open of the whole
where when I died and they buried me,
so I still lay here
looking at this so called moon
been now over 234feet and closer to hell,
just seeing the world where I was once in,
still hoping for the same thing,
to be able to touch that open,
once it was the moon,
now it has changed just to touch the world
