I've found some type of
comfort
looking up into the moon's
light--
squinting my eyes, hopeful
I could count the distances
between the craters'
depths
The beauty of
that sphere in the sky--
a treasure of Bailey's
lasso'd lady
as if we could claim
that planet, light years
away
To be a symbol
of our great love stories.
comfort
looking up into the moon's
light--
squinting my eyes, hopeful
I could count the distances
between the craters'
depths
The beauty of
that sphere in the sky--
a treasure of Bailey's
lasso'd lady
as if we could claim
that planet, light years
away
To be a symbol
of our great love stories.
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