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Feb 2017
I can see the stars inside
her eyes.
I can see the galaxy
resting in her heart.

The black shroud of space
cascades down her shoulders.
Her personality shines,
like the sun.

And yet I can see the moon
buried in her soul,
cold and baron.
alone...

She needs someone,
To hold her close.
And touch her lips.
Marcos Sisneros
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