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Your moon

You were the gentle voice,

the moon that crept as I slept

caressed in lulling waves

Tides pulled heavily under your moons and beams

ocean’s lost their way

Your hands shaped skies of day and night

planets all aligned

Your hair fell a streaming milky way

tangled celestial sighs

Moon cradled sleepily

long starried nights

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