You didn't care that you held the moon in your eyes. You were focused on the shadows in the corners, playing with your vision.
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One Liners
PoetryPoetry is music, music in retrun saves my thought. ------------------ A collection of one sentence/one line poems that range from hope to death. And everything in between.
105. Moon Eyes
You didn't care that you held the moon in your eyes. You were focused on the shadows in the corners, playing with your vision.
