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Jul 2020
You are the wind.
I am the moon.
We should never meet.
But still, I long for... here.
here is where I feel
but I am not made for you
and neither are you
It's all in hope
and hope is all there is
for who is left to believe?
That the wind and the moon will meet.
Athu
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Athu
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