Monday, 30 March 2020

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Azure midnights of sugar fights, 
sweet bites and white kites 
are so cold to hold as moments 
without your scold. 
I turn purple, 
frees a liquid pearl that does curl.
 Sun fires a gun,
 making rainbow colors run,
 and everything lovely, gone.
But I see you still beautifully,
 miss you dearly.



Because I love you, like I love the moon.



Written in May 8, 2009
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