Sunday

#56.

we know we are stronger when we are together.
the sea, the moon, the bees, they all belong to me,
if we just hold on to each other: peaceful.
I mistake her for an angel, so high in my crescent moon sky.
the world spins, as we dance on top.
we are the only two things that exist.
high above, like an angel. like an angel.

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