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Oct 2021
You be the sun.
Radiating with warmth.

I be the moon.
Filled, with hints of romance.

We, float around on the airwaves to romance.
Without, even a moment of a thought, we break into a lovely dance.

Like, we are in a hypnotic trance.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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