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I spill myself
Into the moon
Every month.
When it is full,
I am empty;
When it is new,
It sits on my desk
Next to the sun.
The moon speaks to me
About all the times
It’s been kissed by us.
How it swings
And longs
For us again
Posted on December 22, 2011 via organ bellow breaths with 5 notes
Source: organbellowbreaths
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whyyoufell reblogged this from organbellowbreaths and added:
ZOMG DAN! A MOON POEM! FINALLY. Now we just need...poetree to write one XD
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