Sitting on the moon
Staring at the sky
Drifting away
Lost in time
It’s like a dream
If a dream were cold
And had no oxygen
…how did I get up here?
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Liberty Jensen • Writer
Liberty is a donations manager, finance student, and full-time drinker of coffee. She enjoys poetry, her cats, and spending time with her husband.
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