𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

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with our backs against the grass,

and our arms around each other,

we would laugh and stare at the sky.


you said one day we would go 

to the moon.

that you would carry me with you

and there was no reason to be scared of it

just because it was different.

because it was beautiful,

and i was too.


and when we fell asleep,

on the grass,

eating cheap candies,

we both dreamed about the moon,

and the way that you held me.

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