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moonstruck.
once, because my matter of penchant carries a heavy weight.
a heavy weight of my dandelion heart thinking about you,
enthralled and moonstruck.
pined for, was the branches of solicitude breathe & rhythm.
the sun square and its intoxicant ran;
absurd-like, with diminishing providence.
faith lingers, as I hold on.
never letting go.
never letting go of our happenstance.
