the pull of the
moon
the light of the
sun
the beat of a
heart
the becoming of
one
I trace the lines on
your back
as if they are a
map
to lead me to a
hidden land
the reach of an
arm away
how long are you going
to stay with me?
forever.
forever.
forever.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 4:21 PM UTC
the pull of the
moon
the light of the
sun
the beat of a
heart
the becoming of
one
I trace the lines on
your back
as if they are a
map
to lead me to a
hidden land
the reach of an
arm away
how long are you going
to stay with me?
forever.
forever.
forever.
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