grace

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gliding across the stale fire
of our moon's glaring soil
i picture your face peering off mine
balancing my insides to outside
where i can paint a soft kiss
on your forehead
and hold you to my chest
where all i am beats for this feeling
alone in the clay sparing hugs
for the may you dreamed
without telling
straight to the heart
make me ache with an unexplained
kind of love that is only for you
all that's of a mother's poise
painting grace to your every point
i dont know if you'll ever learn just how
much i miss you without having
you
the star i may never reach
though i'll reach
for miles forever

// im rlly sad

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