I am jealous of the moon because she knows all your 5 am secrets. ;& your sheets get to touch you, every part of you as you fall asleep, while I keep my eye on this empty pillow waiting for your weight to keep it warm. But the sun he's luckiest of them all. When your half asleep, groggy, ;& painfully unaware of how beautiful you look he kisses your lips with light.
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