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 Sep 2020 Ashley Rowan
Luna
I stopped watching television with
Sound
My ears still work
But sometimes my mind takes over
Senses are weird
I like to play with them
Try to make sense of a lack of sense
Do we learn stuff really for the thrill
Or do we learn in anticipation
Of what may or may not
Happen?
This
I haven't yet figured out
In the inch of despair
In the reach of the hands
The naked truth lies
The ray touches your back

You, against the light
Is the life I will live for
Grateful to someone ♥️
It's a treasure trove
Words tossed up like confetti
Falling in our hearts
I watched the moon,
last night,
it danced through,
the tree limbs,
onto my,
bare skin.
I pondered,
if maybe,
you too held,
ballets,
across your chest.
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