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Selenophile

  • Writer: nicola
    nicola
  • Dec 6, 2018
  • 1 min read

The lie that lies in the bed at noon, All love to be poured by the light of moon. Audacity repressed by the pain of days, Cuddle to night to be out of their ways. Living in a world where they are refused, Together, without remorse, without excuse.

 
 
 

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