Contributor: Anonymous
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I took her to the moon
to show her how high
my love for her
could reach.
I showed her a wild flower
in a wild field
and told her
“this is my love”
“pick it or let it bloom”
It's been ten years
almost eleven.
I still think of her.
I still wonder
if sometimes
(maybe)
she still thinks of me.
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