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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
**Studying Modern Journalism @ NYU**
Project: The diary of an emo Latina
I get inspired at the mid of night
Stock market by day, howler by night
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Comments (3)
This is emotionally felt
This was very poignant, emotional and profound. Loved your Acrostic!
Beautiful take on the prompt. Happy black sun day.