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Mar 2020
In the light
of the moon,
I slowly make
my way to you.

In the night
so black,
your soft voice
calls me back.

You gently dance
upon the waves,
to my fingertips,
but I can only gaze:

beyond the horizon,
I hear and see home
that isn't of land, but
in your arms of sea foam.
to SF. you're as cute as the sea foam I love to watch and listen to.

(j.m.)
Lunar
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Lunar  25/seaside soul
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