I wonder if the stars are jealous of the way she looks at the moon. They shimmer and shine just for her, but they don't captivate her. She always said how she loved the moon the most because it goes through phases just like us. It's ever changing, but few ever pay attention to the differences.
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Inner Thoughts
PoetryWhen I think about life I'm inspired to write. Here's an array of words put together to form something beautiful.
