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Loving the girl from the moon
I think that I was born on the moon.
But it was never ‘written in the stars’,
No,
I think that when I landed here on earth,
My voice was left behind
Because you can’t hear me.
When I talk,
You can’t hear me,
You look up to God for answers...
And you kiss me like your investigating the saliva for my heritage,
You go inside me like your searching for my identity,
Bec...
Saturday 21st May 2016 4:40 pm
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