she's out there.
on her moon. sometimes late
at night you can see her
skipping across
the white lunar
surface, light on her feet,
kicking up moon dust,
her hair in a pony tail.
she's such a wonderful
happy person making
impossible wishes on
any falling star.
you could fall in love
with a girl like that.
if only she wasn't
so far away.
Friday, June 12, 2015
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