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Everyday I miss you.
Counting every minute the moon passes the sun because I know you’re
Looking too
Inviting our eyes from two different places
Probably paper glasses on our faces
Shifting in atmosphere, like a solar boogeyman, my smile fell some
Extinguishing the memories, remembering the truth, when the moon hid the sun
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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