She grinned at the thought of him. He had become her moon, a beacon of light that she could selfishly bathe in. He made her dare to dream of stars, moths, and waves.
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Rambles of the Mind
PoetryBits that may never appear in my works, but wish to be expressed. Bits that spark from nothing it everything. Each one a thought or dream.
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She grinned at the thought of him. He had become her moon, a beacon of light that she could selfishly bathe in. He made her dare to dream of stars, moths, and waves.
