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May 2013
I reached for the moon and took it in my hand,
Wrapping my fingers around its luminous sphere.
I gave you the moon along with its craters and imperfections,
But you didn't want the moon.
You wanted the stars.
And darling,
That was something I could never give you.

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Sadie K
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Sadie K  North America
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