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the moon knows more than us.
the moon knows more than us
its hard to love her.
it’s hard to love the person your mother sees you to be.
it’s fun to love you.
pretty to love someone like the moon does.
there are no words on my mind nor my tongue, yet i speak to you, no clearer than two minutes younger.
if we stay beneath these sheets, the day will fade
and your wondrous lips will move u...
Saturday 3rd October 2020 7:30 pm
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