The moon loves watching you.
Without you, turns crushed blueberry blue.
Falls and crumbles like porcelain that flew
Across that room, coated with love dew.
Night falls quick
Gooey and thick.
With a sunray powered stick,
Poke holes that go "flick"
The sun shines through
The moon comes to you
I haven't got a clue,
but I grew
and I'm glued.
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