dark circles and droopy eyes were the side effects of trying to talk to the moon.
he always apologized for not being like the sun but I didn't mind.
i was never a morning person anyways.
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the Cloud & her tears
Poetryher thoughts are wind ; her ideas a storm ; her laughter a hurricane that has forests pinned; her smile a rouse to make bees swarm; ° this is poetry by the Cloud & her tears °
