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How many do you think loved the moon 'Cz all else who could respond didn't Or really because he is the epitome of beauty from afar & emanates the peaceful aura we all yearn for. How many do you think share their worst secrets with him & assume he loves them just as much in... Continue Reading →
Each end of the day as the night silently falls in Her dark, fearful eyes look for the moon As she blankets her part of the world until dawn She reaches out with cold hands for the moon. The moon is where the night finds her solace He alone seems to unconditionally love her company... Continue Reading →
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