The Moon

Tell me what you desire most


and ill find it or die trying.


If it is the ocean


ill drown trying to pick it up.


If it is a house


my fingers will be numb from labor.


If it is a diamond


my hands will be splintered from digging.


If it is the Earth


I'll snatch it from the shoulders of Atlas himself


If it is The Moon


I'll reach up and grab it.


Just for you.

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