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Oct 2018
Like the sun, hoping for an eclipse
To see the moon,
Waiting every single day to end,
Until they meet again.

When the sun feels so blue,
It cries like a storm,
Pouring all the pain,
That falls with the rain.

The sun may hate,
Why love must wait,
But she will witness soon,
The beauty of her moon.

But truth be told,
That an eclipse,
Is just a glimpse,
And the moon will leave again.
Athena
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Athena  22/Gender Fluid/Davao City
(22/Gender Fluid/Davao City)   
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