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To love her is as involuntary as each breath I take. To love her is easy. I love her because she doesn't realize how beautiful she is. To describe her I'd call her the moon. Only blooming at night in secret. A beautiful challenge. Never letting anyone close enough to see her truest light. But I am her exception.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
The Moon
To love her is as involuntary as each breath I take. To love her is easy. I love her because she doesn't realize how beautiful she is. To describe her I'd call her the moon. Only blooming at night in secret. A beautiful challenge. Never letting anyone close enough to see her truest light. But I am her exception.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
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