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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 until we’ve both learned something new. 

 

we weren’t ready, but neither was the universe. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

poemspoems for the moonlifeand suncoming outsapphici love her

◄ the universe moves without us now

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