f o u r
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Tell me the story
of how the sun
loved the moon so much,
he died every night
to let her breath.
Author's note I have a strange affinity towards the moon. And I don't know why.
And to clear something up: these poems are not mine. To those poems whose credits are missing, it's because I found them without credits. If any of these poems are yours, I would be more than happy to include your name or initials as credit. Please contact me through my profile or through my twiter (@nasyarz).
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