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May 2019
As unreachable as it can be,
it was only an arm's reach
Knowing it seemed safer,
yearning by your condescending glow.
Thus, I want to feel the purity of it.
Its warmth, just like yours.

The days when I used to,
wrap my arms around you.
And a million hugs, so tight
i refused to let you go.
But you did,
and so did I.

I missed your purity, your presence,
your kisses, your everything.
Being miserable with each other,
we shared those moments.
Yet we embraced it, we were happy
and we knew it.

You used to tell me,
Whenever I feel blue,
I just look up to the moon.
and witness its crescent,
its imperfections, innocence
and it felt like home.

To this day, as I shed a tear
I just look up to the skies,
and think of you, its warmth.
Dreary as I can be, I will smile
Feeling its comfort and silence
and secure its longing crescent...

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