Beneath the glow
of the full moon's radiance,
Wrecked, stained reminiscences lay,
Dull in the brilliant full.
In a gentle night's breeze
With a sense of rage howling,
The fragmented selves
Averted their eyes
Warded off their thoughts
Not to catch others’ off guard.
A soft red jumper, jersey, and a beanie
Wreathed in laughter,
And the other sad eyes
Giggled with a bright smile,
The play was decent
None would be suspicious.
Yet only the brightest full moon witnessed,
the caved in souls.
The fragmented selves
Averted their eyes
Warded off their thoughts
Not to catch others’ off guard.
A soft red jumper, jersey, and a beanie
Wreathed in laughter,
And the other sad eyes
Giggled with a bright smile,
The play was decent
None would be suspicious.
Yet only the brightest full moon witnessed,
the caved in souls.
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