That Girl Hanging from the Moon

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she sat with the moon for

dinner.

and brewed tea in the morning,

with the sun’s rays.

collections of starlight,

captured in glass bottles,

lined her study and

intricate botanical prints

adorned her walls.

flowers in her hair

and cherry stained lips

made her the least practical

but most magical

dream I had ever

had the pleasure

of pushing on a swing

that hung from the moon.

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