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Apr 2014
I am a moon
and she is my earth
my dusty craters are filled with darkness
and her gardens bloom in warmth
but when her sun shines no longer
I cast my light
I may be a rocky moon
but her tides flow for me
Julia Plante
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Julia Plante
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