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Mar 16
What are you waiting for?
I want you to claim me,
mark me, this space is yours.
The unspoken desire, name it,
this unspoken bond, make it reality.

Map the hidden places with your hands,
I've never felt this way, this deep,
this supernatural realm
beyond the ordinary, beyond, the surface
claim me, name it, make me yours,
so please ¢คptiงคtē ๓ē
tonight.
A Poet
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A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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