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untitled 4

for the record, the untitled poems have absolutely nothing related.... or do they? (no they definitely don't i just don't know what to call them !!!!)


i’ve learned to

love moonlight

the same way i love sunlight.


my blanket

will

trail after my

feet as i climb the stairs,

as i yawn,

as i rub my eye.


i tangle

my hands and

laughter

in moonbeams

and find my smile

and my aching teeth

in sunbeams.


moonshine

illuminates

my

heart and

my bedroom,

illuminates

me as i

find sunlight

in my skin.


my poems

are somewhat

self-aware -


more than i am anyway.

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