She
Hovers over me,
My muse,
Leaning across the dark night,
And the stars in her hair
Drop down by the bedside
Where I store
Broken pieces of my past moons.
Hovers over me,
My muse,
Leaning across the dark night,
And the stars in her hair
Drop down by the bedside
Where I store
Broken pieces of my past moons.
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