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Never talk abouthow the moon rose for you
Never mention
how every breath always feels so new
But did I tell
how I fell for you?
Lost in your eyes
like morning dew
dreaming of you
more and more
every night
all these stars
dancing across
my skin
and yours
never whisper
our own imaginations
into our fingertips
until we were
under the night sky
never catch
your gasp between my fingers
never intertwine
all the words onto paper
to make them sound right
never could
explain it all
never will
but I can try

The End

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