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Mariyam Ridha Oct 16
I love the way,
stars look at me
decoding the secrets you have
been holding.

Oh, love,
you are no more than
Moon to me,
a moon in the morning
making me feel worthy.

keep your secrets,
after all,
I have your heart,
and isn't a struggle to
decode your eyes and
To someone with love.

— The End —