"the moon knows," is what he says,
breath coloured in me
and a smile
"what are you talking about?"
another manic grin from him
and then he pulls me in
again
his hand travelling to the side of my face
cradling my cheek
"the moon knows that we're in love."
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clarity poems
Poetryjust my collection of poems. i didn't know what to do with them so i decided to publish.
