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Feb 2019
The sunlight in my hands is *****
But I keep it anyway
Trying to make it last
Before nightfall

When it comes
The moon's soft touch
Does not satisfy me either
I walk slowly
Hoping for some wind
Written by
Whipped Cream Zit  22/M
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