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I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless what am i supposed to do with this (moment) the halo around her body the window can't block her message she's here staring right at me (the first time i ever felt rays) but i can't have her i want to give you her presence i admitted defeat once do i have to do it twice (again)? (what am i supposed to do with this moment) i cried to the artist with her work on display i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me, i'm surprising myself more and more everday
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
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I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless what am i supposed to do with this (moment) the halo around her body the window can't block her message she's here staring right at me (the first time i ever felt rays) but i can't have her i want to give you her presence i admitted defeat once do i have to do it twice (again)? (what am i supposed to do with this moment) i cried to the artist with her work on display i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me, i'm surprising myself more and more everday
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
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