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As the moonlight rolls on

I felled back in my seat

and hollered out to a gentle wind

Purple stars clouded by vision

and I couldn’t see for a second

Someone assured me of death

They promised me bombs of hatred

I sat back and reflected

I spat at the golden sunbeams

and woke up under the streetlights

I shot wildly at a passing car

I let a tree rot under my bed

but thru it all, I felt only regret

the shame dug into my soul

as I decided to make a phone call

I answered all catcalls

by cutting a picture of myself

I looked at myself in the mirror

and saw an unusual sight

something I never seen before