🌙 late night poem thinking 🌙

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I love your eyes, as they remind me of the moonlit sky.

I'm so happy you were just like me: weird, different, and trying to be free.

And now that I hold your hand, on the beach made of sand.
I am so happy we can call each other, "mine". And I'm so happy you didn't even cost a dime.

10-23-2019