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Sometimes I wonder about the child my parents killed; what would have he been like? Sometimes I stand over his grave and cry.

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Slow dancing with a shared pair of earphones so we don’t drift apart and nobody can hear the music but us. 

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The stars betrayed the moon for your eyes.

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We’re so alike that while falling for you, I learned to love myself. 

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“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” “Yes, it knows we’re in love” 

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The stars, the flowers, all the beautiful things in the world, exist to be compared to you 

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If I had to choose one purpose in life, it would be to make her laugh, so I could forever exist in that sweet sound. 

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She looked at him the way the moon looked pitifully at the sea trying to, but never able to, reach it.