In between both sides of the moon, Cresent & Waxing;I am. The moon is a bulbus sphere. Everynight i look for it, not every night its there. When i see it my face lights up and i grin. Over the moon; i am.
Bulbus, like the moon. Like A seed, in a bulbus like pomegranate. I have few thoughts of the gypsy Geniusness today. No readers :'(
Maybe they're out trying to find the moon
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