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Apr 30
As the colors fade,
I come to know that I am the moon. 
Craters and forgotten footsteps.  
Keeping a delicate balance,  
Swaying the odds in another's favor. 
Only seen in the glow of your reflection,  
Showering light on every imperfection.
You are so blinding,  
I cannot see that you are nothing,  
Without me, too.
Written by
Jaleigh Martin
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