there may be a moon
out there.
there may even be stars.
planets
lit up like pin pricks
in the black
cloth of sky.
there may be love out
there too, or so
I've heard, there may
be an honest soul,
true to her word,
who wants to share
their world, to be
a part of yours,
to have,
to hold.
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