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Jan 2016
Moons rays
Ripple on your
Face.

Amplifying
Your sweat
Grace.

The mist,
From the midnight
Rain.

Showing me
You have everything
To gain.

But the
Twinkle behind
Your eyes.

Screaming for
Me to catch
Your lies.
Written by
WiltingMoon
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