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 Aug 2014 Field Of Moons
Michelle
I wanted simple
I craved teardrops
which came from rain
and not my eyes.

I wanted real
I craved feelings
which were honest, true
and not only lies.

But most of all,
I craved a package
labeled "You"
and all that came with it.
5 months ago
Three men on a platform,
one wipes the sun,
another washes the clouds,
the third one rinses the sky.
I wonder if they will stay there,
When it's night time.

When I come back,
one wipes the sun,
another washes the stars,
the third one rinses the milky way.
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