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Mar 2017
If I could hang from the moon  
I'd swing through every constellation
Like the ropes we cling onto tightly in the middle of summer

We soak in the icy river water
While the sun freckles stars across our skin
And I want to tell you...

Dip your fingers into the sky
This whole world is yours

I am face up
Warm air floating all over me
Waiting for the earth to dim
So I can see your sparks
In the flame we've been burning

"Over there," you say pointing to the west
Cool air sinking in around us
I don't see a sky
It's the moon, it's in your eyes
Shayla Ahrns
Written by
Shayla Ahrns  Bellingham
(Bellingham)   
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