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moon child Mar 2019
I have become
/too much/

I don't know why this came
As a shock to me

Pushing myself
In the days past
In the ways I have
It should not
Have shaken me
So forcefully
In the way it did.
moon child Feb 2019
Searching for contact
In each set of eyes
I meet
moon child Feb 2019
Baby
I love you
In bits
And
Pieces
moon child Feb 2019
In
A
Heckin'
MOOD
moon child Jan 2019
Only the finest of artwork on my walls
Mark Rothko
Gustav Klimt
And countless photos of you
moon child Jan 2019
The words
Cling to my lips

They hang tightly
To my fingertips

They pull close
On my hips
moon child Jan 2019
I love you
I love you
I love you

So light
As the words
Spill from my fingertips

The phrase plays
Again and again
In my mind

A sonnet I have
Concocted
Simply waiting
To be sung
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