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under a full moon, a display of unmatched
beauty, and I am under your rapture.
under a full moon, I Make the most.
I catch those sweet surprises
and I catch my life, If only for a moment.
your soft skin must never Touch rough life.
and I will carry you in my Crude and otherwise
listless hands. the same hands that otherwise
would not Have worked this hard. and I will be
a funny memory for you as you drink orange juice
with your new husband...
and I will dream under the wide and starry sky,
of my life: Moments under a full moon,
with joy and you... Moments of life between the keys of my keyboard.
and I will wait for you, But you Mustn't come.
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