Moe Moon

born in November 27 i make cringey poetry but its fun to do
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Covering snow

This snow will cover you no more
I will wait for the sun to rise
melt the snow and weaken its size
To show everyone what’s beneath
my crystals will fall but you will with me
everyone will see the disaster under it
These icy blizzards will turn to skifts
Of water to wash over your sins
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