i’m jealous of the moon because she knows all of your 5am secrets and your sheets who get to touch every part of you as you fall asleep while I keep a close eye on this empty pillow waiting for your weight to keep it warm but the sun, he is luckiest of all. When you’re half asleep, groggy and painfully unaware of how beautiful you look, he kisses your lips with light.
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