I feel like I know you
More
Than I ought to
I feel like I like you
More
Than a friend is thought to
I feel like we do
More
Than friends are allowed to
If feel like this is
More
Than just platonic bliss
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Letters To The Moon
PoetryWhat happens when a long-waning knock gets answered with heavenly light? I trecked mud into your house with knuckles bloodied, but my heart, my heart leapt with joy when you saw and said, 'I brought bandages'
