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and invited the moon into the room – a stranger, she stole through the night to our chambers, a bevy of damsels to carry her candles. She lit up our eyes; she lit up our skin like our skin was the sky.

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marsha-singh

American

For You?

Written by

marsha-singh

American

Published: Sep 16, 2018
Time: 1m

Notes: Then she loaned me her robe and she kissed me goodbye.
Tags: #themoon

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