Sometimes I talk to the moon
I tell her I love her craters and dunes
She mends my wounds
And calms all my typhoons
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PoetryYou filled my bones With words we never spoke Suddenly I was too much to carry A collection of poems I wrote on my notes app and want to share with the world of wattpad.
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Sometimes I talk to the moon
I tell her I love her craters and dunes
She mends my wounds
And calms all my typhoons
