Poetry of mine
You have a strange match with the moon in my sky. I go wherever you go. You are always with me, but you can not reach your hands by touching me. The moon is so far from me, is not it?
You can not reach your hands by touching your hands. Just like my moon So I made you my moon.
Good one, keep it up man
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