One line, Two lines
You later want to erase
Keep sakes
Of times
You used
To enjoy
A cresant moon
Turned on its side
A virus
That's easily spread
You may hoot
Snort
Or sound
Like a woodpecker
Some may even
Be anoyed
But it lights
Up a room
Gravity hits
And this refleax is
Unstoppable
You can't hide it
You may
Want to want to erase them
But
These memories
Last forever
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