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Julia W

You are the moon

Oh what a beautiful soul you have, your skin doesn’t glisten and your eyes don’t shine. But your soul is bright enough for the both of them. I can feel the ocean beating inside your lungs, and the moon drowning you in moonshine. You leave me breathless, drunk on the world inside of you. Your beauty is more vibrant than anyone’s figure could ever be. It’s now half past midnight as I finish this poem, but as I write on, I realize that my fingertips can not do this paper justice. Darling you are the moon and the sun, lighting up the sky inside of everyone that lives below it. It’s like you’ve swallowed a bottle of sunlight, and gone for a walk across my life.

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