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He likes the clouds Slowly shifting spinning circles showing Shapes solely he sees What beauty does he see In a storm-cloudy mind What form does he see Fit to call me “perfect?” I like the stars Pictures cut through the night sky I see as the past prescribes. I do not know what he sees in me, But how I love His careful consideration The wonder in his eyes
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
He likes the clouds
He likes the clouds Slowly shifting spinning circles showing Shapes solely he sees What beauty does he see In a storm-cloudy mind What form does he see Fit to call me “perfect?” I like the stars Pictures cut through the night sky I see as the past prescribes. I do not know what he sees in me, But how I love His careful consideration The wonder in his eyes
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
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