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Because he is my sun and I am the moon. Reflecting only the purest of lights even when The night sky tries to drown me within its endless sea of stars, blooming and booming, continuously. Although at times I feel lost within my own atmosphere and the wind begins to blow me away from home, I know that He will always be right there when I wake up in the morning… Kissing my lips gently, With the same pure light as the sun itself; Smiling over me, Allowing his brightness to Fill my heart with warmth once again… My sunshine.
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
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Because he is my sun and I am the moon. Reflecting only the purest of lights even when The night sky tries to drown me within its endless sea of stars, blooming and booming, continuously. Although at times I feel lost within my own atmosphere and the wind begins to blow me away from home, I know that He will always be right there when I wake up in the morning… Kissing my lips gently, With the same pure light as the sun itself; Smiling over me, Allowing his brightness to Fill my heart with warmth once again… My sunshine.
tina-marie
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
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