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Apr 2016
The moon rushes in
With her salted jeans
And I'm on her darker side
I could have gone a life
Without seeing her again

I remember so much
Like I can still feel it
Her voice was music
My porcelain moon
That shattered my heart

She told me once I was her sunshine

The moon only wanes
With her make-up on
I try to run away
But even in the day time
She still finds me

She smiled at me
But never said a word
And my burning glance
The look in my eyes
Said stay away

She told me once I was her sunshine

She showed me once that I was darkness
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody
- Mark Twain
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
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