The moon strokes her lovely hair
like a mother would her child
her porcelain face upturned
her pink lips slightly parted
maybe awaiting a kiss
from a prince
not a frog like me
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
The moon strokes her lovely hair
like a mother would her child
her porcelain face upturned
her pink lips slightly parted
maybe awaiting a kiss
from a prince
not a frog like me
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