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Just as slowly as she waxes and wanes In my youngest all I did was gaze The first time I slept outside I stepped into the middle of the night Covered In a light blue dew and when I saw her I dried up. She was becoming full And small and I was just Becoming unbecoming
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
A Story on How I Fell for the Moon
Just as slowly as she waxes and wanes In my youngest all I did was gaze The first time I slept outside I stepped into the middle of the night Covered In a light blue dew and when I saw her I dried up. She was becoming full And small and I was just Becoming unbecoming
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
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