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Aug 2015
He is the sun
I am the moon
I die for him to shine
He falls for me to rise
The world greets him with warmth
I am forgotten in the darkness
He shines brighter than anything
I am always hidden
We will never meet
The world is between us
But it keeps moving
And he keeps shining
Regardless if I’m there
Or not.
Liv
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Liv  Kansas City
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