admiration
The moon doesn't mind how the dogs have pocked the snow.
She still sees herself in it.
I fly out the window every time she laughs.
The moon doesn't mind how the dogs have pocked the snow.
She still sees herself in it.
I fly out the window every time she laughs.
Thank you for the great unwinding.
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