You stealthily come,
tug at my comfortably numb heartstrings,
and occupy my bosom
like you were landing on the moon,
and then, isn't innocence
such overpowering,
that I wish God
had blessed me to hang on a little longer
and jived with you
until the moon and stars
continued to shine in the sky,
together basking in your glory.
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