What to do?
I want to make that escape,
and run into your embrace.
But my hands are chained.
Should I split myself in two?
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Moonlit
PoetryThese are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl. *PTY | 20 [03.08.17]
12 | Two
What to do?
I want to make that escape,
and run into your embrace.
But my hands are chained.
Should I split myself in two?
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