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[nomoresidewalk]

"And in my darkest moment fetal and weeping, the moon tells me a secret - my confidante. 'As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own. A million like reflections pass over me. The source is bright and endless; she resuscitates the hopeless. Without her we are lifeless satellites, drifting.'"

(I have secrets...)

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[nomoresidewalk]

It's from "Reflection" by Tool. I wish I had written it...
But no one ever reads my poetry-ish stuff.

I could have just turned my head a little to the right and told you this in person, but the keyboard was right there.