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Jul 2017
She was so hung up on the moon
that she forgot it disappeared sometimes
and every time they would remind her
to which she would reply
"he's still there
quiet but aware
and i'm still here
waiting, unafraid"

but young one
do you not see the light?
the ever glow of the morn
that causes you to stir
and awaken from your slumber
that shines on you
that you may live one more day

the moon may define the day with its orbit
but it can never be called the day
without the sun
sometimes,
we need to have a little of both
so here i am,
giving 2 portions of my heart
to one called the moon
and the other, called the sun
Lunar
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Lunar  25/seaside soul
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