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when i was little and my mother called me her sunshine i understood that sunshine is a warm solidity in your tummy and sunshine is reserved for the people that hold each other's hands outside white houses with smiling suns drawn in the upper right hand corner of large sheets of thin paper and when i was seventeen i heard my friend compare her love to the night sky equally as endless and spectacular and i knew that the moon and the stars were for the people you fell asleep with to wake up with in warm sun soaked rooms and wrote poems for, scribbled on napkins in cafes but when i would gaze up with the others i didn’t understand how scattered points of light in endless darkness could be comforting now i understand you are my moon because i can see you shine from anywhere and you are my stars because i can always see your blurred edges through drowsy eyes and feel safe and warm and content i wrote you this poem on an old note while sitting on the steps of a white house with you in my upper right hand corner
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Nov 7, 2022
Nov 7, 2022 at 8:18 AM UTC
sun, moon, and stars
when i was little and my mother called me her sunshine i understood that sunshine is a warm solidity in your tummy and sunshine is reserved for the people that hold each other's hands outside white houses with smiling suns drawn in the upper right hand corner of large sheets of thin paper and when i was seventeen i heard my friend compare her love to the night sky equally as endless and spectacular and i knew that the moon and the stars were for the people you fell asleep with to wake up with in warm sun soaked rooms and wrote poems for, scribbled on napkins in cafes but when i would gaze up with the others i didn’t understand how scattered points of light in endless darkness could be comforting now i understand you are my moon because i can see you shine from anywhere and you are my stars because i can always see your blurred edges through drowsy eyes and feel safe and warm and content i wrote you this poem on an old note while sitting on the steps of a white house with you in my upper right hand corner
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Nov 7, 2022
Nov 7, 2022 at 8:18 AM UTC
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