"Favorite color?", he asked.
"Blue", I said. "Like your eyes"
"Don't flirt with me when I'm asking you questions"
"It's my turn anyways"
"Okay, then"
"Favorite song?"
"The ones I write, of course"
"Uh-huh. Then, Sun or Moon?"
"I've always loved the Sun"
"Why?"
He smirked, but didn't answer.
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Neptune
Poesía"My mother called me Neptune, after the roman god of the sea. She had no idea..." 63 in Poetry on September 27th 2015.
