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by Melissa Dec 19, 2008 category : Love, romance / lost love
I miss those nights when the velvet sky would press itself against me as you outlined the moon on my back, her mouth was always half open. Do you remember how the sun shone at morning tide? I do. Her hair diffused a golden halo upon your heart, envision the glow. Can you imagine how beautiful I felt when your fingerprints left the light of the moon on my back, when all else was somber? Like a blushing Goddess, but it's pitch black now.