In the elusive shadows of the moon,
his poetry is mine.
His body speaks
in the simplest of verses.
Written forever,
our passion makes stars rhyme
as night erases day.
In the elusive shadows of the moon, his poetry is mine. His body speaks in the simplest of verses. Written forever, our passion makes stars rhyme as night erases day. |
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Great work!
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I may love him, I may love him; for he is a man, and I am only a beech-tree.
-G.M.
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I am here to live out loud. - Emile Zola
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I may love him, I may love him; for he is a man, and I am only a beech-tree.
-G.M.
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