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Nov 2013
When the sky doth pleasure make
The memory of thine smile creeps,
Creeps into mine heart
That is there in which you reside.
Even as the pale moon rises
Your sun never falls.
My love.
My heart.
My sun.
My sky.
This was saved as a draft from 2011, I cant remember what brought this on but I will publish it none-the-less
Written by
Stephanie Rogers
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