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Apr 2020
I talk about you to the moon and she listens to my soft lovesick whimpers
I tell her you're like the sun to me so that she understands the human feeling of love
she says she can't be with the sun and now I understand I can't be with you either
warm beautiful sunlight burns sometimes
TotallyNotPoisonedSoup
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TotallyNotPoisonedSoup  19/Transmasculine
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